I have chronic foot-in-mouth disease.
Years ago when working out of motels the foreman woke me up in the middle of the night with food poisoning, asking me to bring him to the hospital. After dropping him off and heading back to the motel all that I could think of was getting back to sleep, when the blue lights came on. When he asked "Do you know what the speed limit is here?" the right answer probably wasn't "I don't know, but I guess that it isn't 65."
Staying away another time, I was joking with the clerk while checking out of the grocery store. She said something to which I replied
"You get paid for your looks, and they don't pay you enough."... except that what came out was "You get paid for your looks, and you don't make much money."
Luckily she started laughing; probably because of the look on my face as I realized what I had said. I tried to talk my way out of it; but the harder I tried, the deeper the hole got that I was digging myself into, causing her to laugh even harder. Thankfully she wasn't some teenager with the insecurity issues which come at that age.
Years ago when working out of motels the foreman woke me up in the middle of the night with food poisoning, asking me to bring him to the hospital. After dropping him off and heading back to the motel all that I could think of was getting back to sleep, when the blue lights came on. When he asked "Do you know what the speed limit is here?" the right answer probably wasn't "I don't know, but I guess that it isn't 65."
Staying away another time, I was joking with the clerk while checking out of the grocery store. She said something to which I replied
"You get paid for your looks, and they don't pay you enough."... except that what came out was "You get paid for your looks, and you don't make much money."