Have you ever blurted out a series of unrelated comments that taken in the wrong context are somehow all related and paint quite a different picture of a situation than was/is intended? I mean when you have mulitple Freudian slips in immediate succession of one another-- does it then become a Freudian slick?
I was once the victim of a "Freudian Slick"
I was eating this unusual Hungarian soup from a nearby restaurant that had rather tasty chunks of sausage in it. "I love sausage!"
As I was eating said soup my two, rather immature coworkers were taking the sausage comment in a much different direction than I had intended. Meanwhile the stool I was sitting on was rocking back and forth as one leg seemed shorter than the other 3 which prompted me to ask, "Is this stool loose?" At which point the aforementioned coworkers started laughing so hard they turned red and had to wipe away tears. In the context they had taken the conversation my question was suddenly and inextricably linked connected to my initial sausage comment.
When I realized what I had said and how they had taken it I too started laughing with them (and at myself incidentally).
It was a lesson learned and I've made it a point to avoid mentioning stools and sausages within the same conversation ever since.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
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Overhearing 2 coworkers discussing "she sells sanctuary," I popped my head through my doorway and shouted "I love the Cult" at the top of my lungs.
At least I MEANT to say Cult. Instead Cu*t came blasting from my vocal chords!
There's not enough space on here to list the number of times I've done it...
I would have laughed myself off the loose stool.
If I had been there, I would have had soda flying out my nose.
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