Get Thee Behind Me, Friend

Does your mouth sometimes work independently of your brain? Afterwards do you wish you could crawl into a hole and emerge only after everyone who heard you say what you said was stricken with total forgetfulness of your faux pas, a sort of word specific amnesia?

If you haven’t already deduced that I uttered one of the stupidest phrases ever then you will now.

Yesterday I took a good friend who, along with her husband, had spent the last couple of days with us at Doright Manor, to lunch at my favorite vegan place in Tallahassee. She is not vegan, but was willing to sample what I’d been talking about. Now, this friend is one of the nicest, sweetest, most considerate people in the world. Maybe in the entire universe. I can only aspire to be as kind as she is.

We stood at the counter to order and she proffered her credit card at the same time I did. She and her husband had bought our dinner the night before and there was no way I was allowing her to pay for her own lunch. So I physically blocked her, and to my ever lasting horror said, “Get thee behind me, Satan!”

Satan!? Had I completely lost my mind? My friend, and the clerk at the counter looked shocked, and I just wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.

Now, the only thing I have to offer in my defense is that I’m reading a sci-fi novel about satanic possession in space. Oh, and that one of the regular specials at the vegan place is “Hail Seitan!* Although, it wasn’t on the menu yesterday.

I apologized, even as my friend laughed it off. But holy cow, I’m thinking of having a surgical procedure called a tongue-ectomy. I’m not sure it exists, but it should.

Have you ever done anything remotely as awful? Please tell me you have. I need to believe I’m not the only one. Heck, make something up if you need to.

(*Seitan, made from wheat gluten, mimics the taste and texture of meat.)

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

31 thoughts on “Get Thee Behind Me, Friend”

    1. Part of me wonders if I said it because the word “Satan” had more immediate impact than anything else I might’ve said; although, “Woman” would’ve been a smarter choice. Not that I can remember choosing—I just blurted it out!

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  1. A few weeks ago we were picking my youngest up from art class an hour after school. I saw one of her friends walking towards us and I could tell she was getting lectured by her mom. They got closer to us and in my mind, I kept thinking “dontsayitdontsayit…imgonnasayit”. And I go, “Oh, Dani your mom is so mean!” 😂😂😂 Then I start internally kicking myself when the joke didn’t land. And I said, “I’m just kidding, all parents are mean”. And her mom goes, “THE GOOD ONES ARE!”

    I *facepalmed* myself for three days and three nights.

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