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It happens to the best of us. We’re talking to someone, we’re a bit distracted or tired or whatever, and we unintentionally tangle up our words. We mispronounce something, we don’t use quite the right term, we leave a word or two out, we inadvertently add one or two. In most cases it merely garbles up our intended statement forcing us to apologize, give ourselves a shake, and try again. And then there are those times when our accidental minor gaff changes the whole situation into something which comes to haunt us.
I lived in the dorms my first two years of university and among my circle of friends euchre was the game of choice for hangin’ out and killin’ time. One night a small group of us were sitting around playing cards and the idle accompanying conversation turned to grumbling about having to get up earlier than preferred in the morning, a common exchange with university students who promptly become nocturnal creatures the moment they no longer have anyone telling them when to go to bed at night.
Perhaps influenced by the competitive card game the conversation quickly became a contest over who had the most hard-done-by tale of woe. It was assumed the science major with 8:30am labs would likely win but my good friend Bryan…