Unintentional Rudeness

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

I may never be able to show my face at physio again...

I went to see Physio Paul this morning. We were chatting about the merits of strapping my knee again as I had chosen not to have it done last time. He asked whether I thought it helped.

Without engaging my brain and thinking, I responded with ‘Yeah, but I don’t really like the strap on’

There was that horrible moment of dawning realisation where time stands still. I realised that Physio Paul was trying not to laugh and my face went scarlet. Neither of us said anything for what seemed like forever but was in reality, only a few seconds. I couldn’t bring myself to make a joke out if it in case he asked what I meant and I had to explain.

This is not the first time I have made this kind of ridiculous faux pas.

A few years ago, The Eldest Mini Princess and her friends had just gained their first taste of independence and started going out without an adult. It was very exciting for them but some of their plans were a bit disorganised and their slightly anxious parents liked to have an idea of what their pride and joy was up to.

One morning, I was in a bit of a tizzy trying to get out the door. One of the dads, a very nice, frightfully posh, straight laced academic sent me a text...

‘Hi, do you know what the plan is for the kids this afternoon? I got Starbucks’.’

Me: ‘I got Frisky’

There was no reply, so after a while, I though I’d check that he had received my text.

WHICH IS WHEN I REREAD IT. I swiftly sent another one...

‘Hi, just to clarify - Frisky is the frozen yoghurt shop next to The Meadows’

The Professor: ‘Ah, I was unaware of its existence. That makes sense now’

Me: ‘Sorry, my last text must have seemed very odd’

The Professor: ‘So much ambiguity in 140 characters’

C