This morning I had an utterly baffling conversation with one of my ladies after she suddenly asked me, apropos of nothing, “You have clam chowder tonight?”
“Um … no, actually,” I replied.
“Ah. How about tomorrow?”
“No … no, I’m not planning to have it tomorrow, either.”
“Oh, I thought you have clam chowder every night. You said you have it every night.”
“What? No, I don’t have it every night! I hardly ever have it at all.” I was genuinely puzzled by now.
“So, you quit that job, then?”
“The clam chowder job, working with the kids.”
“Oh!” Hand hit forehead as I suddenly realised that she had been talking about cram school, not clam chowder!
All in a day’s work.