"Have you made your picks?" "Pyx? What Pyx?"
Yesterday I called a man 'Mork-ish', as in 'like Mork'. He heard 'mawkish', as in Emma Kennedy 'sickeningly insipid'. Vocabulatory confusion which utterly failed to lead to an awkward misunderstanding; the police to become involved, etc. Instead to talk of mild peril, high-jinks, and suitable side-kicks, before we were interrupted by a man I needed to hail with a cry of "POEM!". Etc.
Have some ear-trumpet distance to cover before I best last year's Jimeoin incident, where a drunken acquaintance enthusing over him left Lloyd thinking she'd never previously heard of Jim Bowen, and then miming darts at her while insisting he is "Mr Saturday!", we only realising as she left:
a) their mutual mistake, and
b) that the darts gesture could have been construed as "dickhead"
There may be a quarter of a million English words out there. Come ON, confusion. Addle me!
Have some ear-trumpet distance to cover before I best last year's Jimeoin incident, where a drunken acquaintance enthusing over him left Lloyd thinking she'd never previously heard of Jim Bowen, and then miming darts at her while insisting he is "Mr Saturday!", we only realising as she left:
a) their mutual mistake, and
b) that the darts gesture could have been construed as "dickhead"
There may be a quarter of a million English words out there. Come ON, confusion. Addle me!