A very short story about a a conversational error.
“These pretzels, are making me thirsty!” I say.
It takes a second for me to realise the error I’d made in trying to use one of my usually dependable Kramer impressions in front of people who’d given no indication whatsoever that they’d even heard of Seinfeld, let alone were fans of the show. The looks of confusion and mild embarrassment make me want to retract my previous statement. The quickest way out of this is through a good old-fashioned bribe.
“Just ignore me. I’m going to the bar, anyone for another glass of wine?”
The chorus of raised hands signals approval. Status restored.