Ever been mortified by something you said?

Sazz1006 the nurses still make the same mistakes!
I went to see my husband who was very very ill at the time and looked very haggard and said to me' I think your dad has had a better day today'
My husband didn't hear and I didn't correct her!

Helping out at my local pub which was hosting a wedding, I stood with the tray of welcome champagne, waiting for the bride and groom to appear. A middle-aged lady asked if she could have a glass, and I said, "Sorry - we're waiting for the bride."

"I AM the bride..............."

Red face and embarrassed apologies.

stella1949 Thank you for your reassurance!

I've worked with many Filipino people, and always found them to be light-hearted and humorous. Asking about favorite foods would amuse him , since as he said , to them all food is good and can be eaten.They find it hilarious that we only eat certain parts of the food. I wouldn't worry at all about what he said, he would have found it funny that anyone would have a favorite food when he probably grew up eating anything and everything. I'm sure he appreciated the fact that you took time to speak to him.

Many years ago when I was about 18, I was trying to impress a lad I'd met at a wedding. We were stood at the edge of the dancefloor watching the drunken guests throw down their old school shapes, when I saw a really fat, sweaty, very badly dressed woman frugging away to "Stayin' Alive", I pointed out to the woman and said to the lad, "Look at her, she looks like a beached whale!". I expected him to laugh but when I turned round, his face had gone stony and he said "That's my Mum your'e talking about". I wanted to die! Needless to say, I never saw that boy again!

I once joined in a conversation about dieting by saying ‘oh I couldn’t eat that fem fresh (creme fraiche)

BlueBelle, I came unbelievably close to making the same comment to my hairdresser, who I hadnt seen for quite a long time. Something, most likely shyness, held me back, fortunately as it turned out as I later discovered that she was neither pregnant nor a recent new mother!

If only shyness had stopped the words "wow, didn't you look different" coming straight out of my mouth when a plump middle-aged woman was showing a group of us some photos of her when she was fifteen to twenty years younger!

I was in the community centre and noticed that a man had his sleeve tucked in his pocket. Thinking he was wearing a sling "O how did you hurt your arm" I said. He gave me a sideways look and replied "I lost it in an accident 15 years ago". 40 odd years ago, but I still blush at the memory!

I once asked a young lady when her baby was due ...she’d already had it whoops

Working on a hospital ward a solemn gentleman came in carrying a spectacular bouquet of flowers. "Wow! It's somebody's lucky day" I said to him. " It's old George's", he replied, "He died here last week, these are from the funeral today".

Dentopedology = foot in mouth syndrome.

Sazz1006 Your story reminded me of my sister who has been insulted twice. Once she was mistaken as our Mum's sister and the second time as my Mum (she's only 8 years older than me!)

The receptionist in our holiday hotel came over to see if she could help us. Very kindly, I told her that she had a huge ink smudge on her cheek. 'It's a birthmark' she said!!

It's probably 20 years ago but my toes still curl up with embarrassment when I think about it.

Quite recently someone at a group I go to said she was so excited that today she was getting her travel pass. The lady next to me said "Oh, you don't look old enough to be able to claim that". I opened mouth before engaging brain and said "But in London you're eligible for a travel pass when you're 60" - implying, of course, that she did look 60 (thinking about it afterwards, she probably doesn't look 60 but I'm hopeless with ages). The travel pass lady looked quite deflated and I felt so awful.

My little granddaughter upon seeing a very tall, black man getting off the Metro. Said "hello Rubens daddy" . The man looked bemused and said "Oh I think you are mistaken little girl, I'm not Rubens daddy at all"

in her mind... Ruben had dark skin, this man had dark skin, so it must be his daddy

I was mortified.

Oh me too. Frequently. I've heard it described as Mouth Moving Off Before Brain In Gear. And I've got into terrible pickles trying to undo my gaffs. So comforting to read all the above.

Frequently, I am along term member of the Institute of Dentopedologists (work it out!)

All the time. The number of times I think "Did those words actually just come out of my mouth?"

When my children were young we had a number of ex-pat Japanese families living in our area and I befriended a couple of the mothers. My younger son became best friends with one little boy at nursery through to primary until they returned to Japan. Subsequently his mum and I became good pals. I remember asking her on a first meeting, where she came from in Japan and she told me Tokyo "oh so does so" said I, mother of one of my other son's friends, inanely followed with "did you know her there", my new friend then told me the population of Tokyo one of the world's most densely populated cities. I think delayed reaction in my foggy brain had kicked in by then, so I did reply with something along the lines of "I can't believe I just asked you such a stupid question". Anyway our friendship survived my idiocy and she managed to introduce my broccoli and indeed all green vegetable dodging child to the delights of edible seaweed when he went to their house which he embraced with relish, in spite of being a very picky eater at that stage of his life.

Many many times. One I recall is when we were invited to DH's boss's house for dinner. I didn't know him and his wife very well and conversation was bit slow. I said that the aromas coming from the kitchen were lovely. So we were on the subject of food and I mentioned that we had a neighbour who cooked sprout tops. I blundered on with 'have you ever heard anything so ridiculous'. Our hostess said 'actually I'm serving those today'. I was mortified. I couldn't wait to get out of there. My excuse was that I was young and of course I now know that sprout tops are delicious.

I had to deliver a package once to my son's friend, Mike. He answered when I rang the door bell with a lady by his side, half behind him. I said brightly "Oh, you must be the Chinese girlfriend". (I had been told he had a Chinese girlfriend). "No", she replied frostily. I'm actually Mike's mother and I'm not Chinese.
She didn't seem at all amused.

I worked in the local bingo hall years ago and a new girl started. She said I think I know you from school don't I - I replied I hardly think so I'm only 21. She glared at me and said well so am I!! Mortified and wished the floor would open up and swallow me!!

When we married we moved into a flat rented to the police force. The kitchen was painted the brightest , most nauseating yellow. At the first police wives meeting a girl asked me if we had settled in, did I like the flat etc, I said love the flat but will be glad when we had painted over the yellow kitchen, she said I think it's a lovely colour, that is why I chose it .

In the 1970s my next-door neighbours moved and I was invited to see their new house. Determined to admire everything I commented on the array of Sanderson wallpapers which decorated the hall , landing and bedrooms, only to be told they were being stripped as soon as possible as they were awful. We arrived in the dining room, papered with dark flock paper. 'Oh I bet you can't wait to get rid of this' I said. Silence, then: 'we have just finished decorating in here; it is the first room we have done.' I never was invited back.

A dd used to refer to a certain male friend as Little X - he was on the short side - to distinguish him from rather taller X.

I once answered the phone to him, and when he said he was X, I said, 'Oh, is that little X?'
Could have bitten my tongue out since I'm sure he must have hated it. Ages ago but I still feel bad about it.