This is the first Wrongcard I created, back in March 2008. I think some part of me was hoping it would annoy both staunch capitalists AND devout communists. But sadly, most of the complaints I receive concern the Easter card collection. Which goes to show how people who enjoy being offended by things can be a little unpredictable.
I actually don't know what this card means. I simply said it once to a co-worker and they got terrifically excited, and I happened to be wearing Micky Mouse ears at the time. The woman in HR explained to me that it might be construed as a flirtatious gesture, and I told her she was sick. I don't know why she keeps calling me down to talk to her. I think she think she has a crush on me.
I know somebody who thinks people falling over is the funniest thing in the world. But I'm still their friend, which obviously speaks to my maturity and high levels of tolerance. I don't see the humor in it, however. If somebody falls down stairs, I just think, 'Why couldn't it happen to my enemies?' And get sad, really, because I don't actually have any enemies anymore. I did for a while, I suppose. Then they died. Fell down some stairs, actually. Kinda sad really.
A card not to send in the unlikely event of an elderly Grand Mother dying. Remember, it is always considered tasteful to apologize.
I live a blameless sort of life, and rarely have to apologize to anybody, unless they work in Human Resources, of course, and even then, the apology sounds a bit like, 'I'm sorry but I simply have no idea what it is you actually DO here!' which is less of an apology and more of a mission statement, because I think human resources is over-populated as it is, and they need to start firing people right now, and they won't, obviously. Oh, this card? This is for my next meeting with HR.
Most people are neurotic, you see, and if you don't have any mental health problems, people get agitated and confused. So I sometimes i pretend to be a recovering broken-pencils smoker and now the lady in Human Resources never knows what to say to me when she sees me in the corridor. Which, if I'm being honest, has made our relationship a lot more tolerable.
Lady bugs really are beautiful. One time, I was made to go to a meeting, so I delivered a presentation about something called Lady Bug Protein and Developing Markets, and how the 21st century was all going to be hamburgers made from lady bugs. And you know what? I totally aced the presentation, even though I made up all the facts and statistics five minutes earlier. Pity the meeting was with Human Resources.