Freudian Slips

Finals are done. Yay! Schools out, schools out, teacher let the monkeys out…

Anyway, I can now tell you a funny story that I told my psychology class. Why haven’t I told you previous to this? Well, I told my psych prof that I do blogging and he was curious as to where and I wouldn’t tell him. Then I figured he’s not an Internet noob, because he’s all cool like that, and would be able to find me pretty easily based on things I told him in class and the way that I talk, etc. I didn’t want to influence my grade. I wanted to get my “A” honestly, don’t ya know.

Also, I told him that I was uber-popular and everyone links to me because I’m the most bomb-diggity political blogger in the whole of blogovia and so more bullshit like that. Um, yeah.

So, anyway, the story. We were discussing Freudian slips and he asked the class if any of us had ever had one.

Me: Oh, yes.
Him: Does anyone want to share their story?
Me: No.
Him: Oh, come on! I bet yours is really funny.¹
Me: No.
Him: Ok, well, I’ll use the example from another student. She was brave enough to share with the class so… (he goes on to tell the really boring and not at all funny story).
Me: Fine. I’ll tell.

The following is what I told to my psych class which consists of women who were shocked and appalled when we talked about masturbation and “anal” retentiveness.

I used to wait tables and when I would greet them I always said “Hi, Folks. How are y’all doing today?”. So,one day I was having a particularly bad day when a party of 5 was seated in my section. I was just in the middle of good bitchfest with my co-workers and was highly irritated. So, I walk up to the table and I say:
Hi, Fucks, how are y’all doing?

That was the end of my story. There was much laughter and tittering. And my professor couldn’t move to another topic for awhile. I went on to explain (when asked) that I didn’t miss a beat and continued with my greeting and taking of orders. My co-workers, who were standing at a server station that was a little off the diningroom, were balled up trying to contain their own laughter and possibly pee. I still don’t know if those people realized what I said.

Dr. Psych: I think that is the best example I have ever heard.*chuckle, snort* You’ve officially made it into my lesson plans.

My question is: What is your best story regarding of your own Freudian slip? And how did you handle it?

_{[1]In class I talk exactly like I write – well, except for all the cussing. And I really like to talk participate in the discussions. So…}