Premature

It just slipped out of my mouth like that.

We were all in the lift, going from 4 to 8. Then the lift stopped at 6, and some of us got out. My boss, from whom I was taking a lift initially stepped outside to let people through, but when they had left the lift, he was still standing there blinking as though he thought we were on the right floor. A colleague beckoned him to come back into the lift, and the comment just slipped out of my mouth: "Not good to be premature."

I hadn't realised the outrageousness of that comment until 30 seconds later when it played back in my mind. And what was disturbing was that I didn't even remember it going through my head on its way to my mouth.

It's hard to button your lip when you're sleep deprived.