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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Oh how I sh*t myself
This one was horrible.
In the pub I used to work in there were giant builder types who would come in of a lunchtime and stay until their wives threatened divorce. I got on with them quite well, until one day I was having a lairy afternoon in said public house and the topic of conversation got round to a certain fat woman from the brewery who came round every now and again to make our lives hell. After lengthy slagging off period (it's no wonder crisps supplies are down... etc) a voice from the back of us pipes up with - "yeah that's my mate's wife you're talking about." He said that he wouldn't say anything because this bloke would kill us, but it didn't stop me cacking my wack every day - especially at Christmas when he gave me an unusally high tip and bought me a drink. I've seen Goodfellas - I know how these things work...
( , Wed 21 Apr 2004, 16:04, Reply)
This one was horrible.
In the pub I used to work in there were giant builder types who would come in of a lunchtime and stay until their wives threatened divorce. I got on with them quite well, until one day I was having a lairy afternoon in said public house and the topic of conversation got round to a certain fat woman from the brewery who came round every now and again to make our lives hell. After lengthy slagging off period (it's no wonder crisps supplies are down... etc) a voice from the back of us pipes up with - "yeah that's my mate's wife you're talking about." He said that he wouldn't say anything because this bloke would kill us, but it didn't stop me cacking my wack every day - especially at Christmas when he gave me an unusally high tip and bought me a drink. I've seen Goodfellas - I know how these things work...
( , Wed 21 Apr 2004, 16:04, Reply)
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