And Jesus Wept...
The Lifeguard was chatting with a friend the other day, and almost went through the roof. Fortunately, Captain Obvious (and his amazing hearing) had the same reaction to the "conversating" going on, and he arrived on the scene, to administer a boot to the head.
It made me think about a few of the linguistic abortions that I have heard in the last few weeks. (And, since President-Elect B. Hussein Obama supports the right to an abortion right up to the time of delivery, I am expecting to hear more everyday. I can not wait.)
As I mentioned, I was conversating with my friend, and he was telling me about how he had been conversating with his wife about some matter or another. This reminded me about how I had been conversating with my friend, S, and we conversated almost all night long.
For the record, there is no such motherhumping word as "conversated".
Which brings me to my recent trip to Big City Hospital. I ran into an acquaintance in the cafeteria, where I had gone for a bad cup of coffee and a six-hour-old hamburger...which was free (thanks to Boston's Mayor, Thomas Menino) of trans fats. (The coffee was free of trans fats. The burger had them in spades.)
And, as we were conversating, she started telling me about her new boyfriend, who is doing his residency in oncology and etymology.
"Cancerous words? What the fuck!?! Try haemotology, not etymology, cupcake."
So, today, I mentioned a luncheon that was being held at work to my friends D and G.
"Hey, fellas, that luncheon is today."
"I brought my lunch. Just my luck," G said.
"Looks good; but, it's roast pork." (Which I know that G does not eat.)
"You don't have to have pork, G. They also have ham," said D.