Do you have foot-in-mouth disease?
Have you ruined a perfectly good conversation with an ill-timed joke or insult?
Have you sullied a friendship because you couldn't control your mouth?
Have you offended? Upset? Affronted? Put off?
Given a lot of the personalities here, I'm assuming that we've all put our collective feet in our collective mouths before. There has to be some classic stories out there.
Years ago I worked at a grocery store, and there was this cashier who was nice enough, but almost to the level of annoyance. She wore these flimsy wrist braces all the time, so one day, longing to bust her chops, I asked her, "What are those for? Are those so you're ready to bowl at a moment's notice?" She was clearly offend. "No, actually," she said. "I have pretty bad carpal tunnel." Um, yeah, sorry about that. I later made a joke about something being retarded and found out that her kid had disabilities.
Speaking of bowling, when I was 10 or 11, I thought I'd crack the family up with this joke: "What's the difference between a blonde and a bowling ball? You can only fit three fingers in a bowling ball." Now, I had no idea what the joke meant, but I knew it was made when my dad popped his head in the room and burned lasers through my face with his eyes. He leaned into me later, describing my mom as "his wife" (he never did that before or since). Then he threatened to cut off Cinemax, which he always did when I got in trouble (no noods for u!).
I've got lots of others, but I need to know I'm not alone among the chewers.
Have you ruined a perfectly good conversation with an ill-timed joke or insult?
Have you sullied a friendship because you couldn't control your mouth?
Have you offended? Upset? Affronted? Put off?
Given a lot of the personalities here, I'm assuming that we've all put our collective feet in our collective mouths before. There has to be some classic stories out there.
Years ago I worked at a grocery store, and there was this cashier who was nice enough, but almost to the level of annoyance. She wore these flimsy wrist braces all the time, so one day, longing to bust her chops, I asked her, "What are those for? Are those so you're ready to bowl at a moment's notice?" She was clearly offend. "No, actually," she said. "I have pretty bad carpal tunnel." Um, yeah, sorry about that. I later made a joke about something being retarded and found out that her kid had disabilities.
Speaking of bowling, when I was 10 or 11, I thought I'd crack the family up with this joke: "What's the difference between a blonde and a bowling ball? You can only fit three fingers in a bowling ball." Now, I had no idea what the joke meant, but I knew it was made when my dad popped his head in the room and burned lasers through my face with his eyes. He leaned into me later, describing my mom as "his wife" (he never did that before or since). Then he threatened to cut off Cinemax, which he always did when I got in trouble (no noods for u!).
I've got lots of others, but I need to know I'm not alone among the chewers.




