Had a conversation today with a former colleague (FC) of mine from my days at the Big Industry Trade Association. We're meeting tomorrow for lunch. As I'm working in a new part of downtown, I've been asked to recommend a place we can go to eat. The conversation went like this:
Me: Well, there are several options. We could go to the Verizon Center. Or, there's Jaleo. We could have tapas for lunch.
Me: What?!? No! Tapas. You know? T-A-P-A-S. Tiny Spanish food.
FC: Oh! Tapas. Well, thank God for that! (Hearty laughter going on.)
Me: Yeah, that would bring us to a whole new low in our relationship, wouldn't it? Not topless. Just tapas.
Egads. Some days, language defies me.