I've previously ripped on the culture these days that has allowed kids to graduate with a high school diploma and still be functionally illiterate. A culture that has been allowed to abandon common sense and not been taught that language, while evolving (slang and new phrases enter the lexicon non-stop), still operates on basic principles of meaning and definition of words. Having been made a mockery of to the point of ridiculous absurdity (
"It depends on what the meaning of 'is'
, is." Remember that golden nugget?) it's pretty much carte blanche these days to just decide for yourself, personally, what words mean -
Miriam-Webster be damned.
Being a retiree and of that age I consider myself adequately educated and fall back on my education (professional and practical) and tend to view the words I use by the meanings commonly assigned to them as I was taught (slang and new pop phrases notwithstanding) from my youth.
It befuddles me when simple, plain, easily understandable words don't seem to be understood by many.
One of my favorite such examples ? Well, since a lot of folks have used '
Mickey D's' (pop lexicon that is now universal) in their examples, allow me the same indulgence, Not just at McDonald's but many other retail establishment employees, as well, seem to be confounded by the apparent unknowable, undecipherable complexity of the use of the highly specialized and technical term "couple" these days, as it applies to quantity. As in, "
Oh yeah, gimme a couple of apple pies on that order, too!"
In my experience, 90% of the time or better I'm met with a blank stare, the sound of mental gears grinding, and the smell of burning lubricant as the current captain of the cash register replies "
How many apple pies ? Three ? . . . Four ? . . . "
I usually just ignore it and tell them "two", which, in any universe I've ever visited has been the definition of "a couple" , , , but occasionally the heathen in me rises up and I have to ask the cashier/order taker, "
If you and your boyfriend/girlfriend are 'a couple', how many of you are there?" Most of the time they look at me, obviously confused, and
ask,"
Two?"
I know the lesson is lost on them, but sometimes I can't help myself and have to confront the idiocy of it all . . .
