a friend of mine
can claim to have made the almost mythical faux pas of asking a non-pregnant co-worker 'when she's due'.
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Mon 7 Nov 2011, 11:02, 6 replies)

Erm...
... I used to work in a centre for people with acquired brain injury and one of our clients who had frontal lobe damage and was, as a consequence, quite bold in his interactions with others, asked (a non-pregnant) me when I was due. I went home, changed, and threw away the dress I was wearing.

And then cried.
(floella, Mon 7 Nov 2011, 12:55, closed)

I doubt it had much to do with the dress
if we're going to be honest here
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Mon 7 Nov 2011, 13:02, closed)

?
"I went home, changed, and threw away the dress I was wearing.

And then cried while eating six consecutive tubs of Haagen-Dazs"

Fixed it for ya. Perhaps there's a clue in there why he got it wrong?
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Mon 7 Nov 2011, 17:17, closed)

Mrs Vagabond had a mate who was once asked three times in one day, by three different people.
It was all we could do to not laugh openly in her face.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 7 Nov 2011, 17:29, closed)

Stuck in a lift is slightly worse on that one.
(Benzyl, Tue 8 Nov 2011, 0:01, closed)

Ha!
This does indeed exist, my dad said it to the same woman, a rather well proportioned lady called Jane, not once but TWICE. What a guy :-)
(morebasheder is still awake, damn it!, Tue 8 Nov 2011, 13:24, closed)