It's A Genetic Thing
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I suffer from a rare genetic condition called Footinmouthitis. Basically, it's an inherited condition where I unconsciously blurt out whatever is the most inappropriate for the situation. Here's two examples.

I used to employ a disabled guy, Bob, as a programmer. He was a cracking bloke and had lost the use of his arm when he was blown off his motorbike during the London hurricane of '87. He hit a telegraph pole and the nerves in his arm were destroyed so he just had this withered limb which he used to tuck into his pocket.

So we were working away one day when the phone rang and it was one of my biggest customers, who I knew quite well, asking for an immediate change to a DNS server.

"Give me a break" I said to the customer "There's only two of us here and I'm as busy as a one-armed paper-hanger"

And breathe.....

Another occasion was when I was working in a Government agency with two middle-eastern gentlemen and a mad Scotsman. I'd just come into work and was looking for a floppy disk that I'd left on my desk on Friday. I searched and searched but couldn't find it.

"OK" I said "Which thieving Arab has nicked my floppy disk?"


Nearly did the walk of shame for that one.....

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Sat 29 Nov 2008, 23:02, Reply)