During this last job I've committed two cardinal sins; faux pas like no other.
The first was when one of the big bosses asked me if my boots fitted well... and lo and behold I was indeed wearing his boots, into his own OT.
Sigh.
The second was this morning during the last Grandest, Biggest, attended-by-all-est ward round thingie of the firm.
The Professor Head of Department person was regaling us all with words of wisdom about how to discern people who want to blame their STDs on other people by asking them if they believed herpes is transmitted on toilet seat covers, when re-minisce thoughtlessly blurted out (and apparently quite loudly too) That's from House!
The Prof turns on re-minisce and looks sheepish and suddenly re-mi is imagining all sorts of unpleasant things happening to him in the span of a day, including iron maidens and torture racks.
Never, never. Never steal your Head of Deparment's thunder during his Grand, Grand Round...
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