When I was about 15, a new family moved into the house next door. They had a son my age named Todd. My folks thought it would be nice for me to offer him our extra ticket to a college football game (which, in Norman, Oklahoma, is THE social event of any Saturday during the fall).
We watched the game. Didn't have much to talk about, really. So I started reading the banners attached to the planes that were circling overhead.
Billy Bob's Cajun Chicken, I read.
Um, excuse me, Todd interrupted. I believe it's pronounced CAAH-HOOON.
End. Of. Date.
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