Good grief.

[dabbleswithpoisons]

If you're planning on saying something like, "I don't like going to foreign people's houses, they always smell funny," here are a few thoughts:

1) Don't. Some opinions don't need to be shared.
2) If you really feel you must, try judging your audience just a little bit. Who did you think was going to agree with you, the Kenyan Indian, the British Pakistani, the Hong Kong Chinese girl, the British West Indian or the Jew?

This is my very least favourite colleague, who has said things like this before and is magnificently oblivious to the less than enthusiastic reception she gets. We all just stood there looking at her, waiting for her to register the fact that there was not one single person in the room she'd shared this gem with who wasn't a smelly foreigner. She didn't, just stood there waiting for applause.

Sheesh.

Comments

[sospan-fach.livejournal.com]

Ah, Madam again, eh? I'd point out that the olfactory profile of my residence currently comprises a delicate bouquet of unwashed dishes and well-used cat litter, but then as I'm a Filt'y Half-Irish Mutt, she'd probably take it as evidence supportive of the hypothesis.

I see your justifiable annoyance, and raise you the fact that nobody noticed our Official Christmas Cards From Your Friendly Publishing House had the apostrophe missing out of Season's Greetings until I pointed it out. :P

[art-inthe-blood.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Really? Oh dear.

[kathie-d.livejournal.com]

Knew someone in my my old job who used to complain about the Polish.... TO A POLE. They would then add at the end "Oh, but not you X, you're alright." The logic drove me INSANE. Funnily enough, the Polish guy left that job.

I found out the other day I had a German great granddad. Finally I know why I smell so bad!