I got sent to this nasty little neighborhood to pick up this lady and take her a short distance away. We got off to a good start, laughing about something someone in the parking lot was doing and whatnot. And then it happened ... my mouth outpaced my brain. Again.
She: I have to go buy my son some birthday presents later today.
Me: How old is your son?
She: He just turned 13.
Me: Wow. He's a teenager now. You excited about that?
She: No. Courvoisier has quite the mouth on him. I don't think it's going to get better as he gets older.
Me: I think that's a boy thing. They don't get any better as they get older.
She: Ain't that the truth.
Me: So you named your son Courvoisier? That's actually kinda cool. One I hadn't heard before.
She: Yeah. My sister named her daughter Brandy so I had to come up with something higher class. We both laughed at that.
Me: Shoot. Too bad you didn't have twins you could have named the other Hennessy. :o) I thought it was funny. Silly me.
She: Actually, his little brother IS named Hennessy.
Me: Well there ya go. :o) Still thinking we were laughing about it. To be fair, she laughed at that.
She: And what do you suppose I named my daughter?
Me: In keeping with the "classy" alcohols, I would guess Cristal.
She: No. We had just stopped and she was paying me at this point. Her name is not Cristal, you racist bitch.
Me: WHAT? It's not like I said you named her Alize'. Jeez.
She got out and slammed the door.
Damn. Whaddaya say to that?