I have a habit of saying the wrong thing, even if I’m only
telling the truth. It sometimes makes me appear a bit tactless. Yesterday I was
tasked with taking some presents over to my Uncle’s house; something that my
brother had forgotten to do. It was a fairly dark evening but early, and I was
on my way home from work after a twelve hour shift; and after finding the house
and finding the best place to park I was begging that they wouldn't be in. But
unfortunately they were; so instead of leaving the presents on the doorstep I was
obliged to ring the bell and got invited in. So I chatted for a bit about work;
asked how my cousins were and discussed how we were each spending Christmas.
And then came the lull. We tried to fill it with football news as it was on the
telly at the time but I’m not a big football fan, so that didn't last very
long. So, having done the deed I pleaded my long work shift and announced my
plans to depart. Then right at the doorstep I mentioned that my brother was supposed
to do this task but forgot, so he had my pleasure instead. Of course my uncle
was very polite and just wished me a happy Christmas; but anyone who properly
listened to this conversation would now realise my opinions on the task; but I
only realised what was said when I returned to the car with a guilty
conscience. However, if I had been offered a cup of tea, it might have been a
whole different story…
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