In my vast experience of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, I believe I outdid myself last weekend.
We were visiting my aunt and uncle who live in Drummondville – Gaetan and Marjolaine for those who know me. For those of you who don’t know me, they are part of my French family.
Sadly, my uncle Gaetan’s father passed away recently. So naturally I went up to him, kissed him on both cheeks (because that’s the French way) and said, “felicitations”.
What I MEANT to say was “mes sympathies”, which means my condolences.
For those of you who don’t understand, what I actually said (“felicatations”) means congratulations.
I’m such a moron!