On a recent business trip, a client and I made our way down a flight of stairs, conversing about various aspects of her company’s building. We exited the stairway at the G level.
“You know what G stands for, right?” she asked.
If it’s one thing I can see a mile away, it’s a trick question. But sometimes, just because I can see it doesn’t mean I don’t walk right into the trap.
“Um, um, um,” I said, suddenly unable to think of any word that started with G — including my own name — other than GROUND. “Um, um, um.”
“Come on, Genie,” she said.
“Ground?” I had to say it. Like I said, I could not think of Genie, or Goofball, or Greatest Generation. Grasshopper? Gone.
“Garden!” she said. “It’s the Garden level!”
Oh. Right. THAT word that begins with G.