The Halloween Party From Hell
When I was a little lad, I had a Best Friend, whose name was Elaine. Her mum and my mum were friends, so we spent a lot of time over there; one year, it was decided that Elaine and I would have a Halloween party, and to save it from being some weird two-person party, we'd invite along her friend Hannah, who was moving to Canada soon- this is an important point, and a very sore point for her at that time.

So there we are, having our party of three, doing all kinds of games, and talking about whatever it is kids do at that age. Eventually, we had dinner, with the three of us sat at this massive table, awkwardly eating our food. We were talking about something or other- some kind of food or something- and I just randomly came out with 'do they even have that in Canada?'

Silence fell like a fat man on a patch of black ice.

Next thing I know, two things happened at the same time:
-Elaine leaned over the table and slapped me harder than anyone has ever slapped me.
-Hannah began to cry. Like really cry. Like 'threw up from tears' cry.

So yeah, I made a girl cry because I said something without thinking.

Oh, also, not sure if this counts, but I apparently once turned to my mum in the middle of a supermarket and said 'mum, why do you have saggy tits?'. I say apparently, because I genuinely don't remember doing it.

I'm sure I'll have more of these, now I think about it, because I'm the sort of berk who always mentions something if someone tells me not to.

Oh! I just remembered one from uni, though it wasn't me who said this, but my lecturer:
We had an assignment where we had to record someone who had an accent and/or style of speech that was different to those in the area. I hung around the lecture to ask the lecturer something, and waited patiently while a girl talked to him. She told him she might take a while to get the assignment done because her grandad was going into hospital to have an operation, and there was a chance he wouldn't make it, and she needed to go to Yorkshire to be with him. 'Yorkshire?', he said, as his eyes lit up, 'that's great. Why not use him? You can have a before and after conversation with him. Unless there isn't an after, in which case you'll just have to use someone else'.
(BornToBeBemused was born,feeling bemused,on, Mon 7 Nov 2011, 22:18, 3 replies)

they do have that in Canada
although Marmite is sometimes hard to find.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 8 Nov 2011, 0:31, closed)

I don't know if thinking before you spoke would have helped much there.
That was a completely batshit out-of-proportion response to a fairly innocuous comment.
(Gritty, yet fluffy. kipperpillock is obsessed with me =), Tue 8 Nov 2011, 5:48, closed)

Congrats
While the Canada story is an unfathomable response to an innocuous question, the lecturer story is a truly awesome example of tactlessness. Have a well-deserved click.
(SimianKid internet faffer, Tue 8 Nov 2011, 13:05, closed)