The Loft link up is asking us to write something funny this week.
Growing up with five siblings, there was a good deal of name-calling. One day in junior high, I learned the term “perpendicular bisector” in geometry class. It’s very likely that I didn’t grasp what the concept was, but the term itself stuck with me and it sounded quite impressive.
Sure enough, my younger brother picked an argument with me that evening. (Certainly I didn’t pick the argument!) My response to whatever he said was:
Well YOU’RE a perpendicular bisector!!!!
My brother went into the kitchen and said
Mom! Karen called me a perpendicular bisector!
Mom looked horrified. She told me I shouldn’t talk to my brother that way, blah blah blah and finally ended with:
What is that!?