April 2024 . . . .
Its always about the language.
On a recent visit to the coffee shop, my wife described something I dont even recall what to me, saying . . . it runs the full gamut . . . As a dues-paying member of the grammar school police athletic league, I corrected her the gamut is the full the complete something. She is quite used to this by now, having me say things that only show that Im paying attention in a vaguely insulting way and didnt throw her whole milk latte at me, perhaps because it was an excellent latte, and not worth wasting on me. Literally (as the ubiquitous they too frequently say). Told me I was wrong, and gave me a patent-pending shut-up look. |
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