An employee just told me about her friend who is off work because of a problem with his hip and leg. "His psionic nerve is bothering him," she said. It's at times like this that it's SO hard not to correct people.

And then there was the friend of the employee who came in and said that the one with the pinched nerve had gone horseback riding (hence the pain) and while he enjoyed himself at the time, he was going to beget it later. I almost missed that one, in the flow of conversation.

And all of this conversational Gordian knottiness (naughtiness?) must be contagious, because no sooner had the employees left the office than the secretary shook her head, sighed, and said, "That young man will find out there's a day of beckoning ahead."

Startled, I asked her, "What?"

She said, "The good Lord beckons the sinners." (Good recovery).

Okaaay. I figured I'd quit while I was still able to construct a simple English sentence.