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 the horror
1. In Marrakech, ancient islamic royal burial ground, tomb for tiny children of royalty, my boyfriend stage whispers "I want my baby-back, baby-back, baby-back, baby-back, baby-back ribs. I want...etc".
Our group promptly shuffled out. Could have killed him. But did collapse in hysterics.
2. I have no tact. In a bar, talking to a girl on my course (who I KNEW had shagged the whole local rugby team, in one evening - ouch), I started a rant against organised religion (I got my reasons). She then told me she was Christian.
Backpedal ensued. I did quite well...
Some friends from Uni still call me Queen of Tact. (There are MILLIONS more of these, I'm just too ashamed)
3. Not words, but...Millenium eve (the 1999 one, pedants), we accidentally set off new year 3mins early at Bath Abbey by popping our champagne early so we could down it on the bell.
Crowd's bloody fault for paying attention to drunkards.
Still highly embarassing...
Oh, there are more, but I think the others will be read by those involved. So shhh
( , Wed 21 Apr 2004, 18:27, Reply)
1. In Marrakech, ancient islamic royal burial ground, tomb for tiny children of royalty, my boyfriend stage whispers "I want my baby-back, baby-back, baby-back, baby-back, baby-back ribs. I want...etc".
Our group promptly shuffled out. Could have killed him. But did collapse in hysterics.
2. I have no tact. In a bar, talking to a girl on my course (who I KNEW had shagged the whole local rugby team, in one evening - ouch), I started a rant against organised religion (I got my reasons). She then told me she was Christian.
Backpedal ensued. I did quite well...
Some friends from Uni still call me Queen of Tact. (There are MILLIONS more of these, I'm just too ashamed)
3. Not words, but...Millenium eve (the 1999 one, pedants), we accidentally set off new year 3mins early at Bath Abbey by popping our champagne early so we could down it on the bell.
Crowd's bloody fault for paying attention to drunkards.
Still highly embarassing...
Oh, there are more, but I think the others will be read by those involved. So shhh
( , Wed 21 Apr 2004, 18:27, Reply)
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