Sister Gonorrhea and the Recrap

November 19, 2006 at 9:42 pm 4 comments

My speeches at the user’s conference went well, but the week before I did have cause for some slight concern.  During a meeting with a number of sales managers and resellers spread between the U.S. and Mexico, I was tasked to give an abridged version of items we’d be covering during the conference.  With my first sentence I wanted to express my intent to summarize a previous meeting.  As soon as I finished my thought, all my local colleagues started laughing and would not tell me why.  I carried on and after the meeting was over, I was enlightened.  Instead of using the word “recap”, I managed to say, “recrap

I shared that story with my father and he reminded me that my slip of the tongue is nothing compared to the linguistic missteps of my relatives!  The reigning champ would be my Uncle Mark.  A number of years ago, he was emceeing a banquet for about 200 people and part of his responsibilities was introducing the guest speakers.  Well he managed to mangle the name of a nun.  Instead of introducing Sister Donna Maria, he introduced Sister Gonorrhea!  I’m told the audience certainly found the mistake amusing, but Sister Donna Maria’s red face indicated she felt otherwise.

There are a number of things I’ve inherited from my father’s side of the family and my use of “recrap” may just be a symptom of my heritage.  I guess I should be thankful that, like my greying hair, this trait seems to be diluted slightly through the generations. 🙂

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  • 1. Carolyn  |  November 20, 2006 at 2:19 pm

    I thought you were talking about me when I saw “Sister” in the title. 🙂

    When I was younger, I had a cartoony book about left-handedness. One of the things it said about lefthanders was that we were not good at public speaking. There was a little cartoon in the corner of this guy giving a speech, and the bubble said, “Unaccustomed as I am to pubic spanking…”. I still laugh to this day when I think about that cartoon.

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  • 2. tgaw  |  November 20, 2006 at 8:06 pm

    Ha. I hope you weren’t thinking, “Oh shit! How did *she* know?!?!”

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  • 3. Carolyn  |  November 21, 2006 at 12:05 pm

    No, I wasn’t thinking that. 🙂 But I wasn’t sure what to think.

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  • 4. Embroided Stools and Orphan Decline « TGAW  |  November 26, 2006 at 5:03 pm

    […] It wasn’t quite a Sister Gonorrhea moment, that’s for sure.  But it was certainly no ice breaker either! […]

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