Apologies

It happens to the best of us. We mean one thing and say or write something else.

When I visited with Frank Buckman about his cookie business June 25, I was impressed with the Vietnam veteran who continues to cultivate his passion for cooking and baking. He said over and over to me, and to potential and faithful customers, that he hasn’t had margarine in his home for many years. He uses only the most pure ingredients in his delicacies that he sells.

It’s one of those Freudian slips that made me sick when he pointed out to me Thursday that instead of saying he hasn’t had margarine in his house since 1969, I said he hasn’t had butter in his house since that time. I sincerely apologized to him and wanted his current and future customers to know that I made the slip.

Another oversight was pointed out to us this week. We graciously accepted information from Maryann Timm regarding some history about the chamber of commerce in the 1940s. One of the comments that she made was that dues were $300 per year. On Friday, I received a telephone call from her, profusely apologizing for giving me the wrong information. She meant to say dues were $30 per year.

When my mother made a mistake, she would say her slip was showing. There aren’t too many younger people who would know what that means but us older folks do. (There was a time when women only wore dresses or skirts, thus requiring an undergarment called a slip to be worn. It was an embarrassment to a woman if her slip was showing below her skirt.)

Well, my slip was showing this past week and I apologize.

— susan berg