A friend of mine was trying to describe Gary Coleman from Diff’rent Strokes and completely mangled
it. This happens to me all the time, so I was sympathetic to her plight.
My most egregious fumble is now a running joke. One day at
work, two co-workers and I had on similarly colored shirts* and someone joked
that we were all in a boy band together. “Yeah,” I said, “like Boyz 2 Nite”,
which, as you can guess, I meant to say, “Boyz 2 Men”. But the damage was done.
So whenever the three of us get together, it’s a Boyz 2 Nite reunion.
*Blue, I believe
