Think, Then Speak

While shopping at a thrift store for kitchen kit, Stacy called and asked what I was up to. "I'm buying a little pot and then going to your mom's house."

This joins other slips...

To Stacy, "You smell like petroleum."

While on the phone, surrounded by co-workers, I promised a customer I would protect her popular product from other salespeople - wanting to sell it. "Don't worry, I'm beating them off now."