The other thread on insensitive comments regarding pregnancy got me thinking about some of the stuff I’ve heard over the years. I think we should all share a laugh at the expense of the rude, insensitive and overal moronic people who say just plain dumb stuff and share some of the comments we’ve heard over the years that are just so ridiculous they are funny (doesn’t have to be preggo related, can be anything).
Here’s mine…I had a friend in school that knew I rode a sport bike. Every chance she had she would tell me how I was going to die on the thing. :roflhard: Nothing like being a positive person.
A patron walks up to me at a Dickons festival - reaches out and grabs a handul of my hair
(what made her feel she had the liberty to do that I don’t know)
turns to her friend and says “You’d think they’d spend a bit more and get a good quality wig”.
Then there are the people who gush about the family resemblece between me and my god-daughters; who are not related to me in any way!
Here’s one someone told me once, we were discussing differences between men and women:
“You’re a woman in engineering/physics, it’s not the same, I’m talking about a normal woman”. :shock: I have all the right parts at the right place to be a woman, what else do I need to be a “normal woman”??? :??
My husband and I were shopping one time, he’s 10 1/2 years older than me. We had the cart between us, he was at one end of it, I was at the other and we both were looking at stuff on the shelf. Some guy walks up to me and tells me “You need to take better precautions with your purse (it was in the cart) young lady, that guy is standing right by your cart.” I told him it was my husband. :roflhard: He’s like “oh, oh, oh, ok sorry.” and hauled butt out of the there.
Took my mom to the cardiologist for a follow up after triple by-pass surgery and a new nurse was running an EKG on her. To pass the time, the nurse turned to me and said “So are you two sisters? You sure look a lot alike.” :shock:
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Mom’s in her 70s-I’m in my 40s. Sisters???:??
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I told the nurse that either I should be insulted or my Mom should be really happy cause either I’m looking old (and yes I have gray hair) or Mom’s looking young (no she doesn’t have gray hair-she colors hers!) :teehee:
There is something about the service industry (and live entertainment is when you get down to it a service industry) that makes some customers de-humanize the person giving the service. I don’t know why - but it happens.
My personal favorite (which I get quite often living in a college town).
I’m walking down the street, drunk (or sometimes not) male walking towards me…“WOW, those boobs are huge!”
Uh? Really? I hadn’t noticed! All that I hear in my head is “You’re an Ass.” repeating over and over.
Or when people I DON’T KNOW, come up to me and feel the need to ask “Are those fake? Who did you go to?” Ok, their real, and it’s really NOT your business!!!"
Why do people think that is their business?!? If I had my ears pinned NO ONE would think to say, “OH, I see you had your ears pinned. Who did you go to?” grrrrr.
I’ve had people ask if my hair was extensions as well, and come up and touch my hair. I HATE it when people I don’t know touch me. I’m not a touchy feely person anyway.
I hate it when grandmothers are making offensive remarks. My DH’s grandmother never, I mean NEVER offered us a glass of water on a hot (or not so hot) day, she thinks if we’ll want one, we’ll ask. On her birthday we get a cheap cake and stories of her not cooking anymore. And every time we’re coming to visit her (every month or so) i here the same “Oh, dear, Igor (DH) is getting so thin…sighs”.What can I do that he’s eating a lot and works hard, so he’s not gaining weight? So last time I plainly answered her coolly:“Yeah, Igor got thinner, there’s nothing to eat and i hear the wind howling in my fridge”. My MIL almost fell from her chair trying to stop herself from laughing:roflhard:.
Working as a cashier at Panera, I had an issue counting change one morning because I’d been awake since 4 am and it had been a busy morning. The customer said, ‘I can see you went to public school’. I was so flabbergasted I couldn’t think of a response, at least not one that wouldn’t have gotten me fired. Awhile later, I thought of a response: I can see you learned your manners from a pack of wolves…
Hubby and I recently walked into a local sales office to purchase new cell phones. We happened to both be wearing collegiate football team shirts. One guy (who was with a customer) got up and said “you guys can’t come in here - you have the wrong shirts” - that ticked me off so bad!! I immediately responed “well, we can LEAVE!” Hubby however is a better sport than I am and everything ended well when another sales associate helped us. Ugh! I mean, I know college football is a religion in Alabama, but please! This guy is in a sales position representing a company, and I was the customer!
This is a good topic! I don’t mean to dominate, but I thought of another one!
I know many of you here can relate to this. A few years ago, I lost my precious kitty of 18 years (who was really more like a teenage son than a pet), but I dragged myself into work because I felt like I had to. I cried off and on all day and a girl in my office came up to me and said “It will be okay, you can get another cat”…:grrr:
Sharly, I take it you WEREN’T wearing a Bama shirt!:teehee:Just kidding.
I get the same reaction when I DON’T wear a UT Vols shirt on Fridays before the game (looks kinda stupid with a business suit so I don’t)–rude comments from people in the Courthouse who are wearing UT shirts. Pooh on them!
And there is a special place in hel* for people who say “its only a cat” or “its only a dog”, too–right next to the stupid people who make stupid comments like that!
I am preggers with our 4th boy, and lemme tell you, not only did I dread telling people (especially family who sometimes can be the cruelest commentators on your life, as if being a blood relation gives them more of a right, but I digress…) that we were even having another child (yes-we planned it, yes we know what causes pregnancy and no we don’t want to stop doing it, nope it was an accident or surprise, yes I know what birth control is, I just don’t like what it does to healthy female bodies and to potential unborn babies, no I am not Catholic, and finally, yes I have my hands full, but luckily I sling my babies, so it isn’t very often that they stay that way!:teehee:)
But I dread telling people it is another boy. We of course would love a daughter, but another boy is also very exciting!! Psalm 127:3-5 is like my life’s theme verse!
Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
children a reward from him. 4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one’s youth.
5 Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
But sadly most people don’t share in our gladness, they insist on giving me that “look”–the one that says “that is too many kids” or “too bad it isn’t a girl, otherwise we would be happy for you”
I don’t work, I work for my husband in his business, well it seems to be a big issue with my neighbor. One night I got home and he was standing beside my garage and asks me where I’ve been all week. I told him I had jury duty and he says to me “oh, I thought you got a job so you can contribute to the ecomony.” This coming from one of the cheapest people I have ever known, the guy sits in the dark because he’s afraid of his electric bill. :roflhard:
I was 2 mos pregnant with my second child and ended up with influenza which led to a 104+ temp and pneumonia. Someone had the gall to tell me my baby would probably be brain damaged from the high fever. :shock: What kind of person tells a pregnant mom that kind of thing!? I wish I could remember who it was so I could flaunt my gifted, high IQ daughter in their face. Sheesh!
Someone mentioned grandmothers saying rude things. . . here are 2 for you. Keep in mind, my grandmother is 88 yrs old, completely sane, and has NO filter of her words, she just says what she thinks.
When I started college I discovered beer :clink: and put on a few pounds. When everyone got together at Christmas that year and I got up during dinner to get something and walked across the room. She said - to about 20 other people in the room - “Damn, JJ is getting fat!” (I was a size 6 at the time). :!!!:
I now live 800 miles away from home. When me and DH went back in July we had a big get together with everyone and she was there. We were all having a few beers, no big deal. I walk out on the porch with a beer in my hand and she says “JJ, now I know what keeps you so fat” (I’m a size 8) Again, :hair:
Usually we laugh off her comments. After all, they will make great stories for when she is in Heaven one day. But still, how rude!
That makes me think of something my mom told me. I was born with a clubfoot, which is not a serious condition, but it was a bit hard on my parents since I was their first child. Well someone told my mom it was her fault I was born like this, she must have secretly wanted this to happen. :shock:
Just kidding.
) that we were even having another child (yes-we planned it, yes we know what causes pregnancy and no we don’t want to stop doing it, nope it was an accident or surprise, yes I know what birth control is, I just don’t like what it does to healthy female bodies and to potential unborn babies, no I am not Catholic, and finally, yes I have my hands full, but luckily I sling my babies, so it isn’t very often that they stay that way!:teehee:)
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