The very first home I ever owned was a house trailer whose previous owner had cats. I love cats, but…
... the trailer came with a nice thick carpet. Sherry and I decided we would sleep on it until we got a real bed. It felt like camping.
However…
In the middle of the night, every flea in that carpet woke up, ignored me, and lept on her.
“Randy,” she said, “these fleas are eating me alive!”
Now, the CONCEPT I intended to communicate was:
“In the morning, we shall purchase an appropriate flea‑killing product.”
…but the WORDS that came out of my mouth were:
“You should get a flea collar.”
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She married me anyway.
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