Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Open Mouth Insert Foot

Many moons ago when I was but a young Lime in my first semester of college I had a class with a notoriously infuriating professor.  One day in my dorm as I struggled to digest some of his assigned readings in order to produce a well thought out paper I ranted to myself about the stupidity of the man.  Suddenly a head poked in my door frame to ask if I was alright.  I assured the inquirer that I was fine, merely aggravated greatly over the assignment and the maddening excuse for a class with such a disagreeable professor.  I went on at length before taking a breath.  Then the fellow in my doorway nodded and said, "Yep, Dad can be like that."  There's no back pedaling from a situation like that.  The best you can hope for is for the floor to open up and swallow you.

Flash forward to Tuesday at work.  A couple enters.  The husband waits for his wife's treatments.  He begins discussing a rental property he is hoping to sell and describing where it is located.  I say, "Hey, I used to live in that neighborhood!  What's the address of your property?"  He gives it and I recognize it as the other half of the duplex in which our family used to reside.  He informs me he used to own both sides until he recently sold the side we lived in.

I declare, "Well, I'm glad to know some good people bought it because I really didn't like the guy my husband decided to sell it to."  He asks how long ago we sold it.  I tell him and he says, "Oh yeah..."  His wife interjects, "You sold it to my brother."

Cue the hatch in the floor...

15 comments:

Beach Bum said...

I have put my foot in my mouth so many times I have come to like the taste. Sort of a salty corn chip taste with a hint of spoiled yogurt.

Kat said...

Hahaha! Oops. :)

clean and crazy said...

i don't recommend selling to my brother either.

Dave said...

I was like that until I read the quote "Talk about others as if they were standing behind you." It helped me! :-) - Dave

Cocotte said...

LOL, the good news is that many folks usually don't like their relatives!

Cricket said...

As some of your other comments mention, who would better understand why someone might not like her brother than the sister... heh, heh.

Dad can be like that...

My father taught calculus at my high school. He was widely feared and/or hated. He was one of the hardest teachers I ever had. Yep... AP cal with Dad. Fun, fun, fun.

Talk about others as if they're standing behind you... They just might be, at that. Heh, heh.

Jillsy said...

The only one I remember is when I was at the office and was talking to someone on the phone who I thought for sure was a woman and for some reason made reference to her being a woman, but apparently I was incorrect and the guy hung up immediately.

Jazz said...

So, did the hatch open quickly enough to swallow you?

Craig said...

Dontcha love those 'Life Lessons From the Universe'? And no extra charge, either. . .

I can't think of a time when I've been quite so flatly caught-out like that (doesn't mean I don't have any; just that I can't remember 'em). But I've had many occasions to be glad over scathing opinions NOT expressed out loud. . .

secret agent woman said...

This is a near-constant problem for me.

S said...

Oh god I hate when that happens!
Once in Trivia, I went to room two and announced that the ever disgusting Nigel was in room one acting like an arse.

Then Nigel pipes up, "no Bare, I am in THIS room acting like an arse now!"

eekk!

coopernicus said...

so will that be a size 7-ectomy???

Shrinky said...

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, oh, I SO have been there, and totally feel that cringe! Ah hell, face it, you simply just told it as it is (giggle)..

G-Man said...

Irf it was his Brother, then he KNOWS he's an a-hole!

Jocelyn said...

I'm pretty sure you would have been the homecoming queen back in HS if only you hadn't mistakenly announced over the PA that the senior class was a bunch of idiots.