creeping spackerism
so the other day i offered to go on a mission for my gimpy sweetheart, and asked him if he wanted anything special from the grocery store.
"yes, please," he said. "can you get some apples?"
"uh-huh."
"and some cranberry juice..."
"yep."
"...and..." (fumbling, inarticulate gesture) "...some..."
"yes?"
"you know...round, flat bread."
for the next two minutes we played $100,000 pyramid, as i named every kind of round, flat bread i could think of. there are more than you might think.
here is what he actually wanted. i didn't guess it until he gave me some very broad hints, still fumbling for the word itself.
¡caramba!