I went out to dinner with a few folks the weekend before last. As normal among us as there were ribald shenanigans aplenty. It was all fun and games, a fantastic get together to catch up. Somewhere in the midst of the silliness I noted Crisp (don’t ask/can’t tell), had stopped short for a moment to look at me queerly, but then he continued on with the conversation and I promptly dismissed whatever it was I thought I saw.
We ran into each other on the train this morning. After a moment of general salutations he looks at me saying there’s something he wanted to ask that’s been on his mind since dinner the weekend before. Aha I thought, I did see something, it was not my imagination after all.
“Sure Crisp what’s on your mind” I ask mentally preparing for a serious conversation.
“I know this is stupid,” He starts “but when we were joking around you called me a C.A.D.”
“Yeah, usually I can figure out how your convoluted mind jumps and follow your sense of humor, but for the life of me I cannot fathom how you jumped from the archaic to computer-aided design.” He laughs self deprecatingly.
Now, I am mentally scratching my head trying to fathom where we were in the midst of the various topics of conversation that included computer aided design and drew a complete blank. I am literally thinking to myself who the hell, but Crisp would call it computer-aided design when everyone else who even knows the term calls it by its acro… And that’s when the light bulb lit.
“I called you a cad?” It took everything I had to look in his face and not snort in laughter.
“Yes, a CAD.” He nodded, becoming somewhat perturbed by my barely suppressed mirth.
“By god for a man presumed reasonably adroit, betimes your mind is naught but fandangle. I called you a cad, you dimwit!” I snickered.
The conversation he referred to was a hodgepodge of history that segued into archaic or near archaic words. I adore Crisp, but at that moment in the conversation clearly his comprehension of archaic fared not much past the immediate computer age. What was also clear was that he proving the point why such words were near archaic as he still did not get it. We were nearing his stop and he stood.
“Since you sat for over a week and did not bother ascertain for yourself whether there were possible alternate meanings, especially given the conversation at the time, I shant make it easy and do the work by simply telling you.” I shook my head smiling as he edged towards the door. “Go look that up in your Funk and Wagnalls.“
“My fucking what?” Crisp turned at the door completely confused
A gentleman sitting across from me, who clearly got the reference, started laughing as I put my head down groaned.
It’s been a while since I actually felt my age, thanks Crisp.
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