I think that probably the most ignorant *er, I mean 'goonie'* thing that was said to me was courtesy of my EX boss, and a perfect example of why I quit my job...
I am not graceful. Never have been, never will be. I accept it. I have bad knees from falling oddly and just generally being a clumsy, clumsy galoot, which only makes me clumsier, when one or the other locks up or gives out. It's fun, good times.
Anyway, I am a tattoo artist, which is great for me, because while sitting down I can't trip or fall or stumble, although I can occassionally drop things. Messy things, like ink or vaseline or dirty paper towels covered in ink and vaseline. It happens, whatever. Well, it just so happened that one night I was working with just myself and another co-worker, we'll call him 'Mark', and I dumped my blue ink all over myself; was washing it off in the sink when my boss called, and I dropped the phone into the sink which was full of blue ink water - needless to say, now I, the phone, the floor and the sink are smurfylicious. I stayed late to clean it all up, and managed to get everything except for a little blue around the phone buttons.
I had the weekend off, and went in Monday to work. My ex boss was already there, and asked me to stock the stations as soon as I got in (never mind that he had already been there for three hours, and could have easily done this himself in about five minutes...grrr) and I put my stuff away, went to reach for the paper towels stacked two high on a shelf nearly a foot over my head, and accidentally knocked one over, which caused an ever-increasing chain-reaction of Rube Goldberg proportions that culminated in a huge bottle of iodine falling down, opening, and splattering all over the floor!
I cursed a bit (ok, a lot) but just gritted my teeth when my boss laughed, cleaned it up, and stocked the stations. When I sat down with him after finishing he says something to the effect of, Sheesh, first the ink all over everything, and now iodine? Yeah, I say, apparently I have the clumsies.
Well, he says, 'Mark' and I were talking about it Saturday , and we just figured you must be on your period or something.
More of his witticisms...
He also told a client - unprompted- that a former, also female, employee was so much like him that 'if she had a d***, you wouldn't know the difference.' :mortified:
He would ask clients before smoking if they were smokers or non... if they answered non, he just said 'sorry about your luck' and smoked anyway.
And that's just what's fit to print :OO:
He apparently thought he was pithy and witty, I just found him rude and deliberately inconsiderate.
speaking of grandmothers...
my DH's grandmother (not the one I adore, but the one I like, anyway) came over to celebrate a birthday. Everyone adult in the room except her (DH, BIL, MIL, and myself) is tattooed, and I work as a tattoo artist, so naturally the conversation turned to new ink, what poeple wanted and etc.... She pipes up suddenly "Well, people who get tattoos are just ...SIMPLE." and literally turned up her nose. LITERALLY!
I was floored and flabbergasted. I said "You do realize that everyone in this room is tattooed, right? And those simple people help support your great grandkids?"
She didn't answer me....