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Kids are often like recorders with replay buttons that you have no control over. They don't need to understand what they've recorded and replay.
My BIL and I, along with a couple of our friends, have gotten his 8 year old son into the habit of saying, "That's what she said." It wasn't entirely intentional, it's just something we say to each other often.
The vast majority of the time he doesn't say it at... let's say an appropriately inappropriate time, but every once in a while he nails it, and we find it hysterical. He has no idea why it's so funny, but he likes the attention nonetheless. I'm just waiting for the day he gets in trouble at school. My sister is, needless to say, rather annoyed with all of us.
My kid is nearly twelve and has gotten that from somewhere (Youtube?) -- though of course I use it too.
As luck would have it, a few weeks ago the tech writer lady at work advised me that I hadn't given her enough documentation to include in the overall project documentation -- but she worded it as "you didn't give me enough meat". You can imagine the first thing that popped into my head, but I resisted, and instead replied "I've heard that before".
Few years ago me and two co-workers were traveling in a car on a quite suburbia road, me in the front passenger seat. The guy seating behind me was telling us in a great details for his new life insurance on behalf of his girlfriend. Numbers, tricks, suicide clause – everything. He looked so obsessed by the matter so in one moment I leaned back and gently asked: “Do you want me to kill you?”
Silence in the car…
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Well, I stayed in Fort Lauderdale near Pompano Beach for 10 days at a local Hotel (about 3 years ago). Florida temparatures are a pain in the ass, even in spring. Long story short, every cola needed ice. The ice machine on the floor was broken, so I went down to the front service desk and asked for "some ice for ma beavers". Long story short, I originally intended to get the ice for the beverages - And the front desk Guy laughed his ass off.
I asked a guy I used to work, who has alopecia, if he lazered his head/eyebrows - not realising why they weren't there.. a blank stare back - but due to the lack of eyebrows - I could quite judge his reaction
(Just so I don't look a complete James Blunt, his baldness was the topic of conversation!)
When the company secretry was chatting while about a hand truck and how useful they were after she lost her husband I said "now that was careless, oh sorry!" (I wasn't really paying attention to the conversation I was doing what I was supposed to be, unlike now!) and hid behind the pick and place machine to get the foot out of my mouth!
Worse: You are someone who has caused a lot of confusion, wasted time and (probably) annoyed the heck out of a customer. If you don't sort it, the customers opinion of your company turns to sh*t. It may not be your fault that the address got in there, but it's your problem because you sent the emails - and only you can confirm which ones are false and which aren't.
How would you react if paypal suddenly sent you 50 order confirmations for ebay purchases you hadn't made?
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Yeah Griff's right, it may not be your fault but it will certainly look that way to the client who got a bunch of spam emails. Grovelling might be going to far but sending an email to explain what's going on and that it will stop would be a good idea.
Depending on the circumstances your boss or the head of sales might be a more appropriate caller; but someone needs to make a grovel call asap.
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