Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Insensitive Clod for 1000, Alex

A few days ago I would have described myself as culturally aware. Insightful. Definitely not awkward, insensitive clod.

Then we had a nice Indian family over for dinner--my husband's co-worker plus the man's wife and daughter--and I made a total idiot of myself, exclaiming "Holy cow!" halfway through dessert when I saw the crumbling mess Son #2 had made of his cake.


I think only the wife heard me, and she was kind enough to pretend she didn't notice. I still wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

They've promised to host the next dinner, complete with homemade, authentic Indian cuisine. That's a good sign I didn't scare them away, I guess.

I plan to make sure I'm too busy eating to say anything incriminating.


Angela said...

OMG! That is soo funny! My problem is I would've said that and still not even realized it had been offensive. At least you realized. So technically, you're just a clod and not an "INSENSITIVE" clod.
Take it from a fellow clod :)

Helena said...


It sounds like they still like you. ;)

Chris said...

Hee. Yeah, I think I'm forgiven. It just makes me think twice about all those expressions so ingrained in our vocabulary that they lose their meaning.

I used to say "good grief" all the time without realizing it, until my husband so helpfully pointed it out. I blame Charlie Brown, but there must be some fascinating origin for the expression, back before the heyday of the Peanuts gang.