Here's Some Of My Pain For You To Laugh At

[PhuturePriest]

Today I did possibly the most painful thing I've ever done.

 

It was a moment that would make Mr. Bean feel good about himself.

 

I'm generally a calm and cool person, and I rarely do embarrassing things in real life (Which is probably why I inadvertently embarrass myself so often online), but when I do, it's usually something that will haunt me for the rest of my days. 

 

I was walking out of the church after Mass, and I walked up to Father to shake his hand. It is at this point that I must point out that, though he is a very nice person, he is a notoriously intimidating person due to his height and overall lumberjack look about him, and so I usually struggle speaking with him. So my nervousness combined with the fact that I wasn't paying attention caused the following catastrophe to happen.

Father: *Smiling and shaking my hand* "Miles! How are you?"

Me: "Absolutely!"

 

 

....this was then followed by me realizing what he said in relation to what I said, which I then responded with by walking away, listening as I heard a very polite but confused "That's great..."

 

 

Edited February 8, 2015 by PhuturePriest

[Ash Wednesday]

But confusing people is part of the fun! 

 

I often pray the rosary on the way to work and I'm already not much of a morning person. This happened last year, and at the time I was the one who had to answer the intercom and door at work. I had just got in and someone buzzed at the door.

 

I was feeling the morning grog and particularly tired after not having much sleep the night before. Instead of answering the intercom with "hello?"......

 

I said, "Hail Mary?"

 

 

 

Working in British office, nobody there knew what I was talking about, one guy just asked "isn't that a kind of throw in American football?"

[PhuturePriest]

But confusing people is part of the fun! 

 

I often pray the rosary on the way to work and I'm already not much of a morning person. This happened last year, and at the time I was the one who had to answer the intercom and door at work. I had just got in and someone buzzed at the door.

 

I was feeling the morning grog and particularly tired after not having much sleep the night before. Instead of answering the intercom with "hello?"......

 

I said, "Hail Mary?"

 

 

 

Working in British office, nobody there knew what I was talking about, one guy just asked "isn't that a kind of throw in American football?"

 

Bwahahaha.

[HopefulHeart]

Oh dear, that does sound embarrassing!

 

I have had a few mortifying moments. Once, when I was around 12 or 13, I was grocery shopping at Walmart with my parents. I was looking around the refrigerated foods section by myself for a few minutes. I decided to rejoin my parents, and looked around for their shopping cart. Nearby I saw a short woman in a blue coat wheeling a cart. Figuring it was my mom I came up to the cart, put my hand on its side, and walked alongside it for a few seconds as the woman wheeled it along. I then asked "Do we need any tortillas?" (I asked it in a rather odd, high-pitched voice, too.) When the woman did not respond, I turned to look at her.

 

It was not my mom.

 

At that moment, I fervently hoped that the floor would open up and swallow me.

 

When I saw my parents' cart a short distance behind me, and ran to them, the woman called laughingly, "I tried to steal your daughter!"

 

:hehe2:

[Oremus Pro Invicem]

But confusing people is part of the fun!

I often pray the rosary on the way to work and I'm already not much of a morning person. This happened last year, and at the time I was the one who had to answer the intercom and door at work. I had just got in and someone buzzed at the door.

I was feeling the morning grog and particularly tired after not having much sleep the night before. Instead of answering the intercom with "hello?"......

I said, "Hail Mary?"



Working in British office, nobody there knew what I was talking about, one guy just asked "isn't that a kind of throw in American football?"

One time while I was praying the rosary at work I had a call come in and I did the same thing, lol. Although I didn't get an inquisitive response, just "I want I want I want." I thought to myself, this must be what I sound like to God.

[veritasluxmea]

so basically 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hofqGnhMTUE

[PhuturePriest]

I just had another go at it today. I arrived at the church when Father was leaving his house and walking over, so we ended up walking alongside each other.

Me: "Good morning!"
Father: "Good morning! How are you?"
Me: "I'm good, what about you?"
Father: "I'm good."

 

Mission accomplished.

[Oremus Pro Invicem]

I just had another go at it today. I arrived at the church when Father was leaving his house and walking over, so we ended up walking alongside each other.

Me: "Good morning!"
Father: "Good morning! How are you?"
Me: "I'm good, what about you?"
Father: "I'm good."

Mission accomplished.

[Ancilla Domini]

lol! Good job, FP. Also, double points for using a Michael Scott gif. :P

 

I had an awfully embarrassing conversation in Gricigliano at the seminary of the Institute of Christ the King, once, where my family and I were staying for a few days. We were in Italy, surrounded by Italian speakers, my family and I spoke English amongst ourselves, and in the ICRSP, they speak French; considering I'm good at French, know snippets of Italian, and English is my mother-tongue, I got SO disoriented and confused, for some reason, about which language I was supposed to be speaking, and...well, here's a conversation I had with an old lady at the seminary:

 

I went to the church to see if they were having morning mass:

 

Nice Old Lady: Sees me try to open the church door. Is it closed? (Speaking in French.)
Me: Si (Off to a bad start. That was Italian.)
Nice Old Lady: Are you Spanish? (Speaking in French.)
Me: No, "Inglese." (Getting worse. Not only did I speak Italian, but I just told her I was British...)
Nice Old Lady: "D'ou veniez-vous?" ("Where do you come from?" in French)
Me: (I got confused and thought she said: "Where have you just come from?") Northern Italy (Uh-oh. I just spoke in English again.)
Nice Old Lady: Gives me a very puzzled look... Are you American? (She's Still speaking French)
Me: Oui. (FINALLY! I used the right language!)
Nice Old Lady: Are you spending the whole day here? (Still speaking in French.)
Me: Oui. (We weren't. We were leaving that morning.)
Nice Old Lady: (By this point she's looking thoroughly confused.) Well, nice to meet you. (In French.)
Me: Nods. I've given up speaking at this point.
Nice Old Lady: Turns around to go back inside.
Me: Runs off at top speed back to hotel room

And as I run I look behind me and see her staring after me with a face more puzzled than I've ever seen before.

 

So...yeah...that's my embarrassing conversation story. :P

[veritasluxmea]

Ugh once I was walking out of church a month or so ago with the crowd (you know how that goes, just try not to get crushed). The priest who had said mass had also led my directed vocation retreat in the fall and we had gotten along pretty well. Anyways, as I walk out he was standing to the side. "Hi Veritas!" he said nicely. I waved my hand as I walked past and said, "Hi!" and then immediately drop my hand and slap my leg with it. ??? Why. why. 

[Norseman82]

Don't feel too bad.  This past weekend I was lectoring at Mass and I had a long series of announcements to read.  When it came time to mention a "raffle", I pulled an Elmer Fudd and said "waffle" in front of the whole congregation.  It was a major battle to keep my composure from that point forward. 

Edited February 10, 2015 by Norseman82