i've never quite understood why employers put me in places where i could conceivably interact with their customers. perhaps they're not quite aware of exactly how socially clueless i am. here's an example, which happened in the presence of a couple of coworkers and a supplier who was probably wondering why he'd come all the way over from europe to be confronted with someone who'd evidently escaped from a mental hospital.
coworker :: you have an empty plate with you?
me :: i'm never sure what to do with these things. i don't know if there's a specific place to put them, or if i can just leave them wherever i feel like it.
coworker :: i think that you can just put it wherever.
me [leaving plate on table] :: yeah, that seems like a good way to get rid of things. just leave them lying around and hope that someone else takes care of it.
coworker :: as long as you're not doing that with small children.
me :: i thought that was what you were supposed to do with them. was that wrong?
coworker [laughing] :: how many children do you have anyway?
me [straight-faced]:: none- anymore.
i don't think i'll be invited on any more outings.