What’s that smell?
GRIN # 202
Is your mouth ever on automatic pilot?
By and large, I think I’m a pretty mannerly person and, you know, parental. I try to encourage and reprimand, instilling morals and ethics on a daily basis like all good parents do. But sometimes…..my auto-pilot mouth spontaneously spits out tasteless, adolescent phrases.
Tyler: “What’s that smell?”
Me: “Maybe it’s your upper lip.”
Did I say that out loud?
Tyler: “What do you mean ‘my upper lip?'”
Me: “Never mind, honey, I was just joking.”
And then of course, there’s the unfortunate smartass answer to “Where is_______?”
For years, Jerry used to reply that if the item I was inquiring about was located up a certain anatomical orifice, I’d definitely know where it was. But I PROMISE I have not said that. Still, I’m worried. Auto-pilot mouth is sneaky and untrustworthy.
I’m pretty sure auto-pilot mouth is contagious as well. So I’m wondering, how do I find the emergency switch to turn the damn thing off before it’s too late?