Jr. and I were having dinner at a steakhouse recently. In chatting with our waitress, somehow our ages came up, as well as travels abroad. It was a slow night at Ruth’s.
When she mentioned she was born in Zimbabwe, I said “No you weren’t.” My gave me a WTF look, and she said “Yes I was!”. I repeated my statement, and then she said “Well, technically you’re right.” :smack:
Born in 1953 (like my sister), she was born in Rhodesia, or more properly, Southern Rhodesia, and lived there until long after it had become Zimbabwe, so that’s how she thought of her homeland.
And Jr. was suitably impressed once more with my knowledge of things arcane and useless. It’s good for your kids to think you’re smart. ![]()