Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Just Call Me Webster
Growing up, I was always commended on my ability to be articulate and well-spoken.
Plus I'm a word chick, so conversations are no problem, right?
But sometimes outta nowhere, especially if I'm feeling slightly uncomfortable or as though I don't belong somewhere, I will spew out non-existent words like a fool.
A couple of days ago, I was talking to an acquaintance. I can't even really remember what we were talking about, just shootin' the shit, and he made a comment that had something to do with a hockey team or person doing the same thing as another.
Now this person does not make me nervous. Not even uncomfortable.
But for some reason, my answer to him got jumbled up in my brain and my reply was,
What is a fob?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Luckily I mumbled it quietly enough that he had no idea.
No one should let me out of the asylum, no matter what WHAT I bribe ya.
*edit* I lied, the word was actually fop. Oops.