Sometimes I get in trouble for occasionally saying inappropriate things. However, if you knew my siblings, you’d understand that it’s not my fault. It’s genetic.
My brother Linc, managed to completely offend a gathering of Hornswood mothers, a few years ago.
His wife was working, they’d only moved to the area a few weeks earlier and he found himself the only bloke invited to a Lindfield Public School mother’s luncheon.
He lacks no confidence, at all, but Linc was a bit nervous about having lunch with ten women he’d never met. He’s a bit unsure what he’s going to add to the conversations of the ex accountants, lawyers, marketers and executives that often make up the Hornswood mother’s groups.
So there he was sitting, not saying much, with ten mums around a living room table. They were all talking up a storm, but he was content with a beer in front of him, a tiny but very tasty chicken sandwich in one hand and a brown-rice sushi roll on his plate just awaiting his pleasure.
One of the mums spoke loudly to the hostess, who was seated at the other end of the table next to Linc.
Caroline – “How’d your sphincter-tightening operation go Suzy?”
Linc’s ears immediately pricked up. What the?? Sphincter-tightening? That’s a thing?
Hostess Suzy – “Painful, but all good Caroline. Thanks for asking.”
My brother was unsure what to say to such a public airing of such a private matter. But it made him think what the hell was I nervous about? These Hornswood mums clearly aren’t uptight at all. On the contrary! That Suzy looks like she’s snobby, but looks are obviously deceptive.
He was immediately reminded of a personal story he could recount, now that Suzy had made it permissible to tell any medical, below-the-waist stories.
Linc – “I never knew you could get that done, but I suppose we’re all getting older Suzy.”
Suzy looked at him, a little blankly.
Linc – “That makes me think ladies, of when I was going for my scuba diving license.”
He felt very sure everybody was going to enjoy his story, it always got laughs. All had gone silent to listen to the new guy.
Linc – “To get your scuba license you have to give a urine sample. To make a long story short, they found blood in my urine, which turned out to be nothing, but I had to go in and have a camera put up the eye of my penis.”
My brother doesn’t mess around for long when he’s on the Centre State. He gets straight into it.
Linc – “So I’m fully bombed out right, having the procedure when suddenly I wake up! Now I was expecting the camera operator of course, doing his thing down there, but holy-crap, it looked like there was not just the cameraman, but a director, actors, two or three extras, a claperboard guy and the catering lady. It was a full house! People everywhere!”
Still nobody spoked. Linc thought, they’re intrigued.
“There was a cast of thousands all standing around watching as a doctor pushed a camera into the eye of my (he searched for the right word)… schlong.” Damn he thought, that wasn’t it, but keep going. “Then all of them immediately looked at me as they realised I’d woken up mid-procedure. Being drugged, I panicked and started to writhe around. And writhing around is not something you want to do when somebody has placed a camera into… my old-fella.” A much better word.
This was going well.
“Anyway, they bombed me out again and…”
Linc noticed that all the women were sitting in stony silence. A few of them were looking a bit ashen faced and a couple had their mouths slightly ajar.
Hostess Suzy – “Oh… my… God. We’ve only just met you Lincoln. Do you think it’s appropriate to tell a disgusting story like that in my house??”
Now my brother instantly felt highly embarrassed, confused and more than a bit defensive. How had he so misread the acceptability or otherwise, of his break-the-ice-story? He put his legs down on the ground, he had propped them up on his seat adding a bit of a demonstration to his words.
Linc – “What?? You were the one who told everybody you’d had your…” He thought for a second. “Anus tightened!!”
All the Hornswood mums sat still. Silent. My brother learned an important lesson that day.
Apparently we all have a sphincter in our stomach.
He left the gathering shortly after.
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