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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."
Tell us your cringeworthy stories of embarrassment. Go on, you're amongst friends here...
( , Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
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There are always a few people in every city that are frequent fliers when it comes to calling the police or ambulance, and as harmless as they are, the truth is they can really piss you off when you have an already heavy workload.
I turned up for a day shift at the ambulance station I work out of and asked a colleague how his night shift had been. He grinned broadly and told me that our shifts would be a little easier from now on.
He then pointed to the whiteboard.
He’d written up details about a case he’d attended that night which stated (in the most undiplomatic terms possible) that a local Aborigine, who called the ambulance for anything from a stubbed toe to insomnia, had had a heart attack and died that night.
A few “woo-hoos” about how we wouldn’t get called out every 5 minutes had been added to the whiteboard message.
Just then in walks another colleague. He stops dead in his tracks and reads the whiteboard. He looks at me and whiteboard-boy and says "Fuck…my uncle’s dead?"
I could see whiteboard-boy cringing, but frankly I suspect he was more worried about being sacked than having offended our indigenous colleague…
( , Sun 30 Nov 2008, 15:47, Reply)
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