

I wonder if his marketing job involves work for ChickFilA. The deals with MasterCard and Hooked on Phonics must have fallen through.


I wonder if his marketing job involves work for ChickFilA. The deals with MasterCard and Hooked on Phonics must have fallen through.


More humorous than catastrophic in my particular instance, but a similar miscommunication involving different people could have gone worse.
I greet a friend as we pass in the quad and say, “What’re you up to?” He replies, “Looking for someone to pound my ass all night. How about you?”
Now I thought I was being propositioned, and politely declined. He said that while I did have an open invitation to join him in such recreational activities, he was on the way to ask someone else more likely to be interested. He didn’t notice the double entendre until I answered and only meant to return the question by asking what I was up to.


Gypsies, sexual deviants, trade unionists, … just the usual suspects, nothing to be alarmed about.
Your therapist will comply with her mandated reporter obligations, but does not consider herself to be in the business of tricking clients into saying things that will force her to breach confidentiality. You got close to her line, so she reminded you exactly where it was and gave you the option to either cross it and cause a report to law enforcement, or to stop short and talk about things that she can lawfully keep in confidence.