I'm often putting my foot in it, as the saying goes. Sometimes it's because I haven't completely engaged my brain before my mouth opens but other times I just get "unlucky". Here's a good one: I had gone to see a German subsidiary where things were not going well and was having a board meeting looking at the figures. Sales were up nicely in the preceeding month and I was pleased but also ever so slightly suspicious. So I jokingly, ha bloody ha, asked the German MD if these new sales had been made to his brother. He replied, in a tone that can only be matter-of-factly described as Germanic: "No. My Brother is dead."
But these things do happen to other people. I was going to a funeral but went in to see a client before. One of the secretarys remarked on how miserable her boss looked with his dark tie and then told me that I looked like I was going to a funeral. "That's handy" I said and made her feel about 6 inches tall. Actually I wasn't nearly as harsh on here as I could have been.
I watched a little of those TV Blooper programs last night. In amidst the rather tedious actors tripping over their words or forgetting their lines was a morning TV program. On these programs they discuss the most bizarre things over a morning cuppa. This time it was sex toys, one of which they had on a finger and were extolling its capabilities. They summed it with the rather brilliant "So that's a thumbs-up for clitoral stimulators".
Posted by grahame at May 24, 2004 08:36 AM | TrackBack