Recently at work...
Foot in mouth syndrome, twice in one day;

Simon turns and asks me who's on the tills, glancing quickly at the rotor I reply "simon" said dude's slightly shocked reply, "i'm simon", i'd worked there long enough to know.

And nextly, a rather beautiful woman strolls up to the till, being rather stunned by her I say "you have lovely eyes", she informs me that they're contacts, so far so good, she asks me what time I started work "half two" I reply, and add on "and I finish at eleven if you're interested", I really ought to think before I speak, she just blushed slightly and said she'd think about it while I tried (in vain) to tell her it wasn't supposed to sound like that.

And yes it was overheard, for on both occasions it seems that my brain had gone for a stroll, so no apologies for girth, length or other sizeable attributes.
(thermal_assault, Mon 10 Jan 2005, 3:21, Reply)