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.

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