May have mentioned this before
I temp'ed for about a year working for some architects who were redisigning the interior of the MOD building.
One of the guys there had been forced to retire from the army after a parachute fail. He'd suffered a spinal injury in the fall; his mobility was saved but he was left with a profound stutter.
One morning he asked if he could have a look through my copy of the Metro - replete with agonising stuttering. I turned to face him and instinctively mocked his stutter by saying "er, er, er, er" whilst looking him in the eye. Not a conscious decision but my brain obviously thought it was the right thing to do.
As I was blurting out this verbal atrocity I suddenly realised what I was doing and wished I could die on the spot. I apologised profusely but it was way too late for that.
Everyone within earshot was slack jawed in disgust.
Phil - if you're reading this - that moment has haunted me ever since (about 10 years and counting) and I really am sorry I was such a prick. You were a top guy, too.
(i.charlius *Two Ronnies Theme*, Fri 4 Nov 2011, 17:39, 1 reply)

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( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Fri 4 Nov 2011, 18:05, closed)