Riding the bus to work this morning, I overheard two women talking about taking an exam of some kind. In recounting how she had prepared, one of the women said — or for a moment I thought she said — “I ran over my testicles ….” Ouch! (And how strange that she has testicles in the first place.)
Then I realized she had said, “I ran over my test notes.”
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Brings to mind the “fireballs of the eucharist” WP mentions in one of the non-fiction books.
Seriously? What was the context? I can’t recall it.
Yesterday, I slammed on the brakes thinking that someone was running in front of my car. It turned out the be the air freshener swinging from my rearview mirror.
You didn’t think you were about to run over your testicles?
I was going to run over my test nodes. I didn’t want to show up at the presentation without first having tested a pair.
By the way, I just spent 45 minutes writing a response to your comment on my blog. It got lost it in etherspace.
Hell if I’ll write it again.
Let me get this straight. Your testicles were hanging from your rearview mirror?
Their on a plate in the detective’s office.
Sorry about your loss.
I think it’s an introductory anecdote for ‘Metaphor as Mistake’, referring to ‘fibroids of the uterus’.
Oh yeah. Thanks for the reference, Quinsy. That gives me an idea. Let’s get a grant to further WP’s metaphor-as-mistake studies. Start up a think tank called the Metaphor as Mistake Institute. Establish the Metaphor as Mistake Chair at one of the Ivy League schools.
Pathetic. And look how many comments it has received.
I thought it was funny.