Knowledge gaps, we all have them. My ex Miranda and I definitely had a few. For example, one time while playing trivia together she encountered the name D’Artagnan and butchered it wonderfully. For those unaware, he is associated with this obscure group of heroes, The Three Musketeers.
Music also suffered, with a particularly egregious incident occurring early in our relationship when Sweet Home Alabama came on her car radio while we were washing her car. The words (and I use that term loosely) that came out of her mouth: “I’m just a young singabouter.” I lost my poop
Naturally though, vengeance was not swiftly forthcoming; when Gimme Three Steps queued up, I was fucked. I just didn’t know it yet
