Sunday, November 18, 2007
Snatches from the Pink Snapper — 2
Felicia owns the malapropism. I ran into her tonight and idly asked how her day had gone—
FELICIA: Oh, it was okay. I went to church this morning.
ME: Anything special happen?
FELICIA: Not really. You know how churches are—the people just like to get together to conjugate.
Felicia holds a special place in my heart. After all, I went around for years telling everyone my tastes were eclectic when what I meant was eccentric.
Snatches from the Pink Snapper — 1 (11/12/07)