Well . . . let’s see . . .

There’s the time the Amish family came to visit my parents’ church on the same day I decided to stop by. Me wanting to make them feel at home went up to two of the women and looking at the oldest of the two said how pretty her daughter was . . . they were sisters.

Or how about the time, while standing in line to get into a club, I thought it extremely cute that a man had on little round leather cufflinks. I asked him if he made it at boy scout camp – turned out he was one of the richest men in town and had paid quite the pretty penny for those. (I did go on to date him . . .)

Or the time I saw a woman sitting behind a desk with crutches next to her and asked her what she had done to her leg . . . she was born without one (I couldn’t see behind the desk!).

Then, there’s the classic time I told my girlfriend, “Look, it’s the blind leading the blind.” (And it was.)

Go ahead, scream at me, tar and feather me, but . . . you get the drift . . . when haven’t I put my foot in my mouth . . . good thing I find myself extremely funny and can burst out laughing as I walk away.