Well, I’ll be darned. 29 years and no one sent me the informational packet.
Eh, we all have our embarrassing gaps in cultural knowledge I guess. (I had one girlfriend who, at prom, stared down at her dessert plate to ask “What’s this?” I smiled and giggled, assuming she was joking. “No, seriously, what is this?” "Umm…that’s apple pie, dear…You know, as in ‘As American as…’ " Born and raised in this country, yet somehow managed to elude apple pie for 17 years. Well, I eluded the meaning behind pennyloafers for 29, I guess.)