I was learning about strollers the other day. So, this guy who's giving me this whirlwind tour of all the differences between all these strollers that I'm supposed to be an expert on (very soon) caught me off guard:
"I really like the Keeko line," he said.
"The what?" I said.
"The Keeko line," he said.
"The Chicco line?" I said.
"Yeah," he said.
"Wow, I was saying that wrong in my head," I said.
"Yeah," he said. "Everybody does. It's Eye-talian."
"Ah," I said.
And I just kept my silence and the conversation continued naturally.
Yes, it's true. I refrained from mentioning that "Eye-taly" is truly a wonderful trade partner with eye-ntristing eye-nports... And the fact is, I didn't even have to try to hold it back. I just noted it and stored it away to be snotty about it in this blog.
So, thank you blog! I have become slightly more agreeable to those semi-forced to interact with me (eye-nteract) by not being a full-bored word-snob dick because I know I can just use it as fodder in my next blog with the added delight that I can claim that I'm not such a dick because I didn't call out the mistake at the time.
Wait. That doesn't sound so good now. Ah well.
In other news, my old employer still does not officially recognize that I no longer work for them. This is day 28. Oh those rascals! I wonder if they'll send me another paycheck!
In other, other news, my family suddenly got the idea that they'd like to visit, serially and soon. At least it's not en masse. However, the state of things, household-wise, doesn't really lend itself towards family visitations... Perhaps that's another thing I should focus on with this weird new life of mine... Perhaps.
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