Okay, they weren’t really talking poo.
While enjoying brunch at Mystic Celt over the weekend, Courtney was working on one of those outlines that only girls make for her upcoming law school final. Being the five year old that I am, I reached over and typed “poo.” Courtney simply scoffed. So I typed “poo” again, this time getting a laugh.
Apparently two poo’s are better than one.
Later that evening, I’m working at my desk/clothes dresser when I hear Courtney in sudden distress.
“Oh no…”
“What’s wrong?” I said, turning from my dresser-desk.
“I never deleted ‘poopoo’ and just sent the outline to Tom (her partner).”
After laughing for a few minutes, I continued being unhelpful by assuring her that “It could be read as ‘poop oo’ instead of ‘poo poo.’”
Actually, “poop oo” makes it sound like she saw poop and was mesmerized, like witnessing the Aurora Borealis for the first time. Perhaps she should stick with that latter “poo poo” when explaining to her partner.
Yeah! …. Jerk.