We were invited out for brunch at the home of some other non-deifheids that we know. I excelled myself socially. contributing twice to the conversation. The first time, I overheard a woman talking about a wedding I was at. It was time I said something:
Me: Oh, I didn't know you were at that wedding too. I met a guy there with cancer, I wonder how he's getting on.
Her: He just died. He was my husband.
Later on, she was talking about the very childish behaviour of someone called Rebecca. I decided to make up for my earlier gaffe, so I thought I'd empathise with her:
Me: How old is this Rebecca?
Her: 35.
Me: It sounds like she needs to see a psychiatrist.
Later I discovered she had been talking about her own, mentally disabled daughter.
I get my tact and other social skills from my old dear, though I'm not in her league.
Albert? If you drank beer with your beer, you wouldn't be able to remember these gaffes. That would help. Hotboy
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ReplyDeleteLife is full of faux pas.
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