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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
My Afternoon Zee Party
A conversation at work yesterday went something like this ...
Me: The name you need is Liza.
Co-worker: Can you spell that?
Me: L-I-Z-A
Co-worker: L-I-T-A?
Me: Z-A
Co-worker: G-A?
Me: Z. For Zoo. Z-A.
Co-worker: Z for ... ...? L-I-...T-A?
Me: Zoo. Z-A.
Co-worker: ... G-A?
Me: ... ... ...
(lightbulb moment, as I remember where I am)
... Zed!
L-I-Zed-A!
Zed! For Zoo!
(At this point, co-worker was so confused, he said, "So, L-I-T-Zed-A ...? ... But, we got there soon after).
I've never actually used "zed" before yesterday, despite how common it is here.
I think that makes me the star of the zedbutante ball!
Zed's dead baby, Zed's dead. :)
ReplyDeleteBest comment ever, Libbyland!
ReplyDeleteWhat Libby said. Seriously, I nearly posted the same comment, then saw what she'd written. Great minds, and all that. ;p
ReplyDeleteToo funny!