Faux pas - putting your worst foot forward
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The_Universe
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Yeah. She totally does. She even posted on this thread.Wystan said:
The_Universe
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But I have remembered another good one!
When I was a freshman in college I moved in the dorms two doors down from one of my best friends from High School. I was sitting in his room, chatting with him and some other people on the floor when his phone rings. We've all been joking around, and (since this is before the age of widespread caller ID) someone quips, "It's probably his mother!" as I pick up the phone to answer, "Dave's house of porn and pain, how may I direct your call?"
His mother, after a stunned silence, answers "...is David there?"
I blushed and handed him the phone, muttering profuse apologies.
A year passes, and we find ourselves in a similar situation, and my phone rings. Dave's lips quirk into a tiny smile as he scoops up the phone (still no caller ID). "Kennon's house of porn and pain, how may I direct your call?" he says.
My mother, stunned for a second, asks, "...is Kennon there?"
When I was a freshman in college I moved in the dorms two doors down from one of my best friends from High School. I was sitting in his room, chatting with him and some other people on the floor when his phone rings. We've all been joking around, and (since this is before the age of widespread caller ID) someone quips, "It's probably his mother!" as I pick up the phone to answer, "Dave's house of porn and pain, how may I direct your call?"
His mother, after a stunned silence, answers "...is David there?"
I blushed and handed him the phone, muttering profuse apologies.
A year passes, and we find ourselves in a similar situation, and my phone rings. Dave's lips quirk into a tiny smile as he scoops up the phone (still no caller ID). "Kennon's house of porn and pain, how may I direct your call?" he says.
My mother, stunned for a second, asks, "...is Kennon there?"
Samnell
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This is a linguistic faux pas, but I knew enough of the language to know better.
Summer of 1998. My mother, a friend of her's, and I are staying in the beautiful Swiss tourist trap of Lucerne. Everyone there speaks excellent English, which is good because my German is just good enough to earn me a long prison sentence. We're sitting down in this little place called the Cafe California and we want to know what comes on the hamburgers. We've heard horror stories about hamburgers with sauerkraut.
The host lists a set of ingredients and then pauses. He shrugs and says "Gorke." I've heard the word before and I'm trying desperately to remember what it means. I wasn't smart enough to just say "No gorke for us, thank you."
After about thirty seconds I realize what it and blurt out "Oh, pickles!" The water/owner recoils like I just dropped my pants and relieved myself right there on his table. I do not have the presence of mind to try to explain. I merely insist that that's relaly what gorke is.
I think he must have decided I wasn't trying to be an ass, but he looked at me funny all through the meal. In German, pickel is a term for a zit. I was implying that his hamburgers had acne. Whoops.
Summer of 1998. My mother, a friend of her's, and I are staying in the beautiful Swiss tourist trap of Lucerne. Everyone there speaks excellent English, which is good because my German is just good enough to earn me a long prison sentence. We're sitting down in this little place called the Cafe California and we want to know what comes on the hamburgers. We've heard horror stories about hamburgers with sauerkraut.
The host lists a set of ingredients and then pauses. He shrugs and says "Gorke." I've heard the word before and I'm trying desperately to remember what it means. I wasn't smart enough to just say "No gorke for us, thank you."
After about thirty seconds I realize what it and blurt out "Oh, pickles!" The water/owner recoils like I just dropped my pants and relieved myself right there on his table. I do not have the presence of mind to try to explain. I merely insist that that's relaly what gorke is.
I think he must have decided I wasn't trying to be an ass, but he looked at me funny all through the meal. In German, pickel is a term for a zit. I was implying that his hamburgers had acne. Whoops.
The Shaman
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