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.
2 comments:
Albert? If you drank beer with your beer, you wouldn't be able to remember these gaffes. That would help. Hotboy
I say!
Life is full of faux pas.
MM III
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