Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."
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(, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
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I was working at Footlocker. They have that very American thing of getting staff to greet every customer.
A couple came in with a just-too-large-to-really-still-be-pushed-around-in-a-pushchair sized kid.
"Hey, it's alright for some, getting pushed around all day eh?" I chipped in.
"He can't walk".
I should have stopped talking but tried to gamely chat on. The kid was friendly but not saying anything while I served them.
"He's very quiet, isn't he"
"He can't speak".
At this point I should have just left, but while fitting his trainers my mouth has basically gone over the top of the trenches.
"Funny shaped feet he's got"
"Polio".
(, Fri 28 Nov 2008, 14:44, 2 replies)
It's amazing the disconnection between mouth and brain sometimes though. Willing the mouth to just shut up, and it comes up with some mortifying stuff.
(, Fri 28 Nov 2008, 14:54, closed)
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