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I told my boyfriend I was off on a trip to Primark Peckham. He texted back saying he wanted some socks- I misread his text and bought him 6 packs instead of 6 pairs! I can't believe I thought he needed 36 new pairs!! Haven't stopped giggling about this since so had to share it and wondering whether anyone else has done anything similar.


Maybe I should try to flog them on here . . . .

Not today but about a week ago. I was looking for a house. The house number was 10. So I walked along the road and counted the numbers up to 9. Imagine my surprise when I got to the next door and it was number 11. I had to do a double take.


Number 9


Take a few steps


Number 11?


This can?t be right.


Number 9 then Number 11? :-S


Where the fuck is 10? Are they messing with me? Is there a camera somewhere?


I was about to skulk off confused and dejected when the staggering stupidity of what I had just done dawned on me. :-$

I once had to call a client called Dionne Burton at her office. When the phone was answered I asked for Dionne Warwick. What a tool!! I immediately realised my mistake and made a big joke out of it and made the whole situation even worse.


I am my own worst enemy!!

I often have troubles remembering where me mate lives even tho ive been there many many many times... the last time I was going to his for Sunday lunch (chillies in bag rushing to arrive at the right time to add them to the tatties) I had to call him to remind me of the number... was standing right outside and he was hanging outta the window waving at me... am I stupid?

I do this wiv my socks - not the taking them to the bin bit but usually putting them in my work bag instead of depositing them in the wash basket... can be embarrassing when having to empty the contents of ya bag in public (incidentally my cat used to put his toys in my bag too...)


:-$


louisiana Wrote:

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> I have been known to leave the house with my bag

> of kitchen rubbish to put in the bin, and then

> gaily stroll past the bin towards the shops, bag

> in hand.

>

> But I didn't do it today, thank goodness.

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