At the Thankgsgiving table about twenty years ago my wife’s brother’s girlfriend said to the room, deadpan, drily: “Kiss the blonde baby.” Chris said, “Kinda dry,” and all nodded agreement.
I waited a moment but that was all that was coming. I said, “What just happened? What did that mean?” What did /what/ mean? “Kiss the blonde baby.” And now /they/ were like /What?/
Once sorted: She’s vegetarian. She was asking about the turkey, and she didn’t have to turn to address him, nor sing it as a question, because she said /Baby/, meaning Chris, and everyone but yours truly understood all that, including what it turned out she actually said: “Iss the bomb, Baby?” A term for quality that I had never heard. (Do you like the turkey, Boyfriend? Is it excellent?)
At the Thankgsgiving table about twenty years ago my wife’s brother’s girlfriend said to the room, deadpan, drily: “Kiss the blonde baby.” Chris said, “Kinda dry,” and all nodded agreement.
I waited a moment but that was all that was coming. I said, “What just happened? What did that mean?” What did /what/ mean? “Kiss the blonde baby.” And now /they/ were like /What?/
Once sorted: She’s vegetarian. She was asking about the turkey, and she didn’t have to turn to address him, nor sing it as a question, because she said /Baby/, meaning Chris, and everyone but yours truly understood all that, including what it turned out she actually said: “Iss the bomb, Baby?” A term for quality that I had never heard. (Do you like the turkey, Boyfriend? Is it excellent?)