Foot in Mouth Syndrome
What's the worst social gaffe you've ever made? When you know you've said the wrong thing to the wrong person and wish the ground would swallow you up. In other words you've just contracted a bad case of foot in mouth syndrome. Tell us your stories and we'll share your pain.
( , Tue 20 Apr 2004, 22:27)
What's the worst social gaffe you've ever made? When you know you've said the wrong thing to the wrong person and wish the ground would swallow you up. In other words you've just contracted a bad case of foot in mouth syndrome. Tell us your stories and we'll share your pain.
( , Tue 20 Apr 2004, 22:27)
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Quaker Memorial
Just remembered another one - although technically I wasn't the culprit this time.
A distant relative died a couple of years ago. He was a quaker, and we went to his memorial service. Quakers have a rather different way of sending off their brethren, which involves about 70 people sitting around in a circular seating arrangement, 3 rows deep (everyone facing each other). At one point in the service, everyone sits in complete silence for one hour (ONE HOUR!), during which anyone (sometimes people who hardly even knew him) occasionally stand up and say whatever they want.
Anyway - everything went well for me, Mrs 8-Ball and my brother, until about 45 mins into the silent bit, when one of the old people next to us fell asleep and started snoring. This gave us a fit of the surpressed giggles. Then - when, in his dormant state, the man let an enormous one rip, my brother finally broke down into uncontrollable laughter, with tears streaming down his face. I managed to keep it together by biting halfway through my bottom lip.
No one really spoke to us much at the coffee and tea bit afterwards.
( , Wed 21 Apr 2004, 11:24, Reply)
Just remembered another one - although technically I wasn't the culprit this time.
A distant relative died a couple of years ago. He was a quaker, and we went to his memorial service. Quakers have a rather different way of sending off their brethren, which involves about 70 people sitting around in a circular seating arrangement, 3 rows deep (everyone facing each other). At one point in the service, everyone sits in complete silence for one hour (ONE HOUR!), during which anyone (sometimes people who hardly even knew him) occasionally stand up and say whatever they want.
Anyway - everything went well for me, Mrs 8-Ball and my brother, until about 45 mins into the silent bit, when one of the old people next to us fell asleep and started snoring. This gave us a fit of the surpressed giggles. Then - when, in his dormant state, the man let an enormous one rip, my brother finally broke down into uncontrollable laughter, with tears streaming down his face. I managed to keep it together by biting halfway through my bottom lip.
No one really spoke to us much at the coffee and tea bit afterwards.
( , Wed 21 Apr 2004, 11:24, Reply)
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