25.7.07

The Giant.

I have a big case of foot-in-mouth disease.

I was riding up in the elevator this morning with Eoin, my 6'8" coworker (you'll remember him from my bbq pictures). I told him that when I was in London I saw a suit of armour made for a "giant", who stood 6'9".

"Do you know what that means?" I asked him. He said no, kind of bashfully. "You are one inch shy of being a GIANT!"

He turned red and all he could say was, "I didn't realize there were classifications."

I didn't realize I had embarassed him, so I blundered on. "Oh yeah. It makes perfect sense. Because they sort out midgets and dwarfs, so of course they would sort out the top end too."

I had just called Eoin a freak.

He laughed rather pitifully and rushed to his desk. THIS, of course, is the moment that I realize what I've done.

Oh boy. How do I recover from this? I am quite obviously suffering from lack of socialization. The one person I've talked to in two days and I call him a freak of nature! What is wrong with me?!


But, for the record, I work with a near-giant. How cool is that? ......oh god, I am awful.

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