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Post by fluffymoat4 on Sept 21, 2006 15:51:26 GMT -1
Our side garden runs parallel with a public footpath. No-one can see into our garden as we have high concrete fencing but you can hear conversations and the like. My little Westie, Fluff, always begins to bark if she hears people talking as they walk down the footpath. Today, as I was hanging the washing out, was no different but, just as she was about to bark I shouted "Quiet". It did stop the dog in her tracks but it also stopped the people on the footpath from talking too! I'll bet they tiptoe past here next time! I am soooooo embarrassed!!
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Sept 23, 2006 21:45:45 GMT -1
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Post by christine on Sept 24, 2006 5:44:31 GMT -1
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Post by Danny on Sept 25, 2006 22:28:43 GMT -1
When I was looking around a house with a view to buying it, i went into a bedroom and there were drawings all over the wall in crayon. The guy must have read my thoughts and said " oh that's their 6 year old he's artistic " I said "well that's all well and good, encourage the boy by all means but get him some paper dont let him go mad with a crayon" The salesmans thought for a moment then said " he's Autistic" I could have died, it must have been his aussi accent
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Sept 25, 2006 22:42:24 GMT -1
Ukecadet - thanks for that response - I can well imagine your embarrassment! Especially down to the problem with accents.
I think the same applies to the Manchester accent here in North Yorkshire. I walked into a butchers shop here when I was new to the area (about 13 years ago) and I asked for £5s of Roast Beef. I spent ages in the shop while the assistant was in the back. I was just about to shout "forget it, I'll go somewhere else" when she arrived back with a huge pile of sliced roast beef. Yes, you've guessed it - she thought I'd said Five Pounds of sliced roast beef!!!!! I never ever went in that butchers again! I'll bet they were never able to sell it all either.
Even now I cannot pass that butchers shop without getting a red face!!
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Oct 8, 2006 20:11:51 GMT -1
I visit the ladies toilets in our local pub while hubby is at the bar ordering drinks. I find a "clean" cubicle and settle myself down. A voice in the next cubicle asks "Hey, are you okay?" and I answer, "yes, fine thanks". She then asks "What are you doing tonight?" I answer, "just having a drink with my old man". She asks "okay, what are you doing later?" I reply, "just going home - usual stuff" she then asks "Can I come over to yours?" I say "Well, I don't really KNOW you" she then says "Hang on, I'll have to call you back - some prat in the next cubicle keeps answering my questions to YOU!" Boy was my face RED!
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Oct 8, 2006 20:20:09 GMT -1
There were two pubs in the little village where I lived for a time during the 1980's-1990's and we used to pop from one to the other, depending on the entertainment (and being able to get a seat of course). I'll call them PUB 1 and PUB 2. Early doors we are in PUB 1 and the "barman" flirted with me. Eventually we moved over to pub 2 and "settled in for the night" - I must have been well sozzled 'cos didn't even remember going back to Pub 1! Barman came to take our orders and I say "see, he fancies me that much he even changed jobs to flirt with me!" I've never lived that one down!
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Post by christine on Oct 9, 2006 18:11:09 GMT -1
MO ITS NOT AS ME SETTIN ALITE BY A CANDLE ME P,J BOTTOMS WERE A LIGHT I NEARLY HAD NO MINNY XXXCHRIS
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Oct 9, 2006 21:45:45 GMT -1
My little boy had just started primary school and as I collected him after his first day I asked, "did you like school?" "Yes" he replied and added "I sat next to a brown boy". On the way home I launched myself into the whole speech of why, just because someone was a different skin colour, you can't label them brown or yellow etc. My son looked at me and said "he wasn't a different skin colour but he did have a brown jumper on!"
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Oct 9, 2006 21:48:08 GMT -1
I had an aunty who was blind and mentally impaired. She lived in an institute and, when I was very young, she used to be allowed to stay with us (her family) for a weekend. Whilst she was with us mum would give her a cuppa and perch the biscuit tin on my aunty's knees. My aunty was a smoker and I'd often watch her flick her ash into the ashtray on her knees. Imagine then what went through my mind when she'd bite the biscuit and then "flick" it over the biscuit tin. I said to my mum "Awww, she thinks she's smoking a cigarette!"
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Post by Clive Dawber on Oct 26, 2006 12:41:52 GMT -1
I took my little boy to his first day at school.
He was very nervous, so I explained to him that he would go here until he was 11, and then to secondary school until he was 15.
His lips were quivering as he said - " but you'll come and get me when I'm 15 won't you ?
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Oct 29, 2006 16:37:59 GMT -1
This isn't one of MY embarrassing moments but my mother-in-law's. She's very hard of hearing, in spite of having a hearing aid and she had asked us to get something for our son, for Christmas, from her and with that she handed us some money. We decided to buy him the heavy link necklace and bracelet he'd been going on about for some time. We then dropped them off at mum-in-law's for her to wrap. A few weeks later she rang me up and sounded a bit upset. Seems she was getting ready for an OAP Christmas Party and she told me "I wanted to wear the jewellery you bought for me but it's too HEAVY!" I fell about the lounge laughing - she'd thought the jewellery we'd got her for our son was for her!!!
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Post by fluffymoat4 on Feb 10, 2007 21:22:13 GMT -1
Hubby and I were looking in the ladies section at "George" in Asda today and I showed him a top that I thought was rather nice. He didn't agree and, given that he was paying for it, I put it back. He wandered round to another rail and I continued looking at tops. I saw one I felt he WOULD like and I rushed round to show him - the ignorant pig wouldn't turn around and look when I told him to so I prodded him in the back with the clothes hanger, he soon turned round then!! Unfortunately it was someone with the same hair (grey), same coloured top and same build but... not MY husband! I had so much apologising to do!
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Someone, the other day, told me an "embarrassing moment" story but, on looking through the "chat" posts I can't find it. It's about when their vicar went round to discuss their child's christening and involved a dog. Please, please "post" the full story on this "thread" as I think it's hilarious. 
