The other day I was taking Killian’s friend Torin home and we passed a sign.
I immediately turned the car around so I could read it again.
Torin: What’s going on? Did you forget something?
Me: I…um…need to see what that sign says.
Killian: (looking at Torin) Bet she read it wrong.
Yes, dear readers. I did read that sign wrong.
Killian: (reading aloud as we passed it again):Cash For Disabled Autos – Running or Not. (Smirking at me) What did you think it said?
Me: (muttering) Cash for Authors – Writing or Not.
Killian: Isn’t that a Freud thing? No wonder you needed to turn around and reread it.
Yep. That’s the one I have.
Wow, that was a good one! 😀
In our house, we wouldn't call that a Freudian slip. It's referred to as a Freudian negligee. That's bigger, sexier than just a slip and a bit scarier thinking about the way the synapses are working.
I need to have a sign like that too… the Cash for Authors one… gotta love that boy…