scheherazade_79
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...had a private nickname for something and suffered the indignity of having it slip out at an inappropriate time?
It happens to me on quite a regular basis - usually with names of people I don't like. I've called the kid up the road Damian several times, forgetting that his real name is something completely different. There was also a German woman, who'd once had a fling with my girlfriend. Her real name was Heike, but once or twice I think I called her Brunhilde.
The reason I'm asking is that my dear old mam came dangerously close to such an embarrasing moment the other day. We were in the cake shop together and decided to buy half a dozen of what we've ALWAYS called "coconut tits" at home. You must know the kind I mean - they're coconut flavoured breast-shaped cakes with a rather suggestive cherry placed at the top
Well, my mother walked up to the counter and said: "Could I have six of the coconut... errrr..." and she hesitated that little bit too long. I could hear the thought process and see the individual cut shots of the names she was thinking of giving them. Eventually she came out with "pyramids", but it was far too late by then, because I was almost rolling around the cake shop laughing!
So has it ever happened to you?
It happens to me on quite a regular basis - usually with names of people I don't like. I've called the kid up the road Damian several times, forgetting that his real name is something completely different. There was also a German woman, who'd once had a fling with my girlfriend. Her real name was Heike, but once or twice I think I called her Brunhilde.
The reason I'm asking is that my dear old mam came dangerously close to such an embarrasing moment the other day. We were in the cake shop together and decided to buy half a dozen of what we've ALWAYS called "coconut tits" at home. You must know the kind I mean - they're coconut flavoured breast-shaped cakes with a rather suggestive cherry placed at the top

Well, my mother walked up to the counter and said: "Could I have six of the coconut... errrr..." and she hesitated that little bit too long. I could hear the thought process and see the individual cut shots of the names she was thinking of giving them. Eventually she came out with "pyramids", but it was far too late by then, because I was almost rolling around the cake shop laughing!
So has it ever happened to you?
