My dad’s side of the family tells me I take after my Grandpa, Roger, meaning that, like him, I have a propensity for sticking my foot in my mouth.

I studied abroad in Vienna, Austria, the autumn of my Sophomore year of college. My younger sister started at Lipscomb University as a freshman while I was gone. She’s only a couple years younger than me, so we were very close growing up. Once spring semester began, I had a lot of catching up to do, meeting all her new friends, many of whom would become friends of mine.

One Wednesday night, we were at the college class at Harpeth Hills Church of Christ. She introduced me to a petite blond girl, very cute, a freshman like my sister. Let’s call her Sarah. 

We got to talking, and Sarah was really sweet. I was happy that class started soon after, so we had to sit next to each other.

She kept coughing.

I couldn’t just leave it alone. I had to be Mr. Funny Guy and charm her. I leaned to my right and whispered in her ear, “Maybe you should get that checked out.”

She leaned to her left and whispered back, “I have cystic fibrosis.”

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  1. Posted February 25, 2009 at 12:08 pm | Permalink

    I understand. Yesterday while waiting to see my hand doctor another guy in the waiting room had his left hand in a cast like me and asked if I was left handed. I responded yes. An old man with him told me that lefties were smarter, that one was in the white house right now. I said yes, its because lefties migrate towards intelligence extremes. They’re also at a risk for mental disabilities, dyslexia, and things like that.

    The next words out of the guy with the broken hand’s mouth made it obvious to everyone listening in the waiting room that he indeed had a learning disability. The old man sort of whispered in his ear that maybe that explained why he went to a special school.

    Could the nurse please call me next?

  2. Posted February 27, 2009 at 3:21 pm | Permalink

    I don’t know if I enjoyed your or levon’s story better. I have tears in my eyes from laughing so hard.

  3. Robby Coles
    Posted March 16, 2009 at 2:09 pm | Permalink

    My first week of teaching at Nashville Christian I made a similar mistake. I was young, so I felt like I had to prove that the students could not walk all over me. I had to do a Study Hall every day during 7th period. The students finally got assigned to their Study Hall classes, and I had read the handbook on rules, dress code, and everything of the sort. This one Senior walked in with his sunglasses on. I, needing to prove myself as a disciplinarian, said, “Please take your sunglasses off. You are not outside.”

    He then “looked” over to my direction and said, “I’m blind.”

    Insert foot in mouth………