A man walks into his office and comes across a good mate where he proceeds to tell an embarrassing story.
" I had the worst Freudian slip today Steve, I have that business trip coming up and when I went to the travel department, that amazing blond with the perfect breasts was at her desk wearing a low cut blouse. What I meant to say was 'I need two tickets to Pittsburgh', but I actually said, was ' I need two pickets to titsburg!' I was so embarrassed that I just walked out of the office. "
"That's nothing" says Steve, "I was sitting at the breakfast table with my wife this morning, and what I meant to say was 'could you please pass the jam?' but what I actually said was ' I hate you, you fat bitch, why don't you pack your fucking bags and leave?!'"
What we've got here, is failure to communicate.