Okay, it’s been pointed out that my last thread was seriously prurient. Rather than setting a pattern, I’d like to do a total switch. It’s often been remarked that certain people ( New Yorkers, etc) lack a filter between their brain and mouth. Raised a Midwesterner, I’ve seen it in action. Tell me about the moments when your censor failed.
Me first. Many years ago I was working in a Christian nursing home in West Michigan. Very, very fundie area. So, one night we’re all sitting around the break room when this woman pipes up with her story about how her grandchild had fallen head first off of a second story apartment balcony. Kid comes out of it with a minor broken bone (wrist, I think) and nothing else. She announces how lucky he was and offers the opinion that God was watching over him. It’s about 3am and the filter is noooot working that well. Me: Lucky? Lucky would be not falling off the fucking balcony in the first place! chirp, chirp, chip me: aw, crap…
The scene:
Was working in another town for a week and had dinner at the local Boston Pizza; table with 6 married guys on a Wed. We had dinner there the Monday and we ended up with the same server who, on Monday had been blonde and cute in a Miley- Cyrus- before- she- hacked- her- hair- off- kind of way. By Wednesday she was now rocking dark mahogany hair and cat’s eye glasses, think Linda Cardellini as Velma in lulu lemon yoga pants, she looked great. We commented on same and the ribbing back and forth was friendly as our dinner appeared. UNfortunately, she missed a couple of items we had ordered, and I jokingly said,“Oh, so the brunette must be artificial intelligence…” **** One second never seemed like such a long time as my five other buddies collectively sucked in thier breath and waited for my inevitable death. Good thing I already had my food… Fortunately, she had somewhat of a sense of humour and zapped me back pretty well, but I felt like a heel and despite apologizing later I think I hurt her feelings. The mental emergency brake utterly failed me, again.
I was trying to get a friend to sign a petition, and she was hesitant. Finally I said “It’s only a petition. It’s not like we’re asking for your first born son.”
THEN I remember her first born son was the victim of a murder/suicide by his father.:o