My Poor Boss

I don't know why it is that I have the uncanny ability of putting my foot in my mouth, particularly with people of authority. Yesterday my boss quietly told me while we were sitting over a patient that I am the only person (in his 57 years) that has ever made him feel small. Small as in vertically challenged, not insignificant. Did I feel bad. Yes. The girls and I (other assistants in office) had been discussing height. I towered above everyone growing up and was explaining how I used to feel like I had to wear flats on a date (Flats were definitely NOT in at the time) because I hated to be taller than the boy I was with. It was just plain awkward. I turned to the Dr. and gently patting his hand said "no offense meant". Which I really did mean. I don't hate shorter men it's just awkward for taller women. The other time I had insulted his height was when he took the office to Lake Powell in May. A few of us were on a hike that meant scaling waterfall with ropes to carry on. So not many people ever did this hike. We were literally in the middle of no-where when we came across signs of Mountain Lion. In an attempt to scare me (being a novice to all this) the Dr. explained that there were mountain lions about. I immediately turned to him and said. Oh I'm not worried I hear they only like little men. And I expect this man to keep giving me a paycheck.

Another incident of my lack of thinking happened a few years ago as we were doing a church service project. We had been assigned to cut back willows. My Stake President came up to me pretending to chop at my legs saying "I hear we have to chop down anything tall and skinny" (back in the days when I was skinny) I turned to him and said....."Well I guess that counts you out then." Even more at stake here. Can you say bye bye celestial kingdom!!