What can YOU say in six sentences?
During the first mile of the six-hour drive to Atlanta, when the four of us were desperate to think about anything except Xanadu in the rearview mirror, Sandra asked “So how do condoms work in your country?”
Staring at the tag on the back of Teresa’s rental in front of us, she was referring to automobile license plates. My ears must’ve heard “car registration,” which is how I avoided a potentially embarrassing explanation, but my brain heard condom.
I thought immediately of the tiny piece of paper in my wallet that bears the word “adieu.” I once used the phrase “bidding adieu” in a conversation with my wife, after which her eyes narrowed like a raptor’s upon sight of a treeless squirrel.
“What do you mean, ‘beating a jew?’” she huffed.