…as in “embarassed.” Or “elementary school was a long time ago.”
Quick – name this shape!
If you said rhombus, you are wrong. But don’t feel too bad because I called that bitch a rhombus, too. Let me back up a bit.
I was trying to describe to my boss the shape of the cord that was missing from his laptop, making it impossible for me to connect it to the tabletop projector (shit, already this story is boring but just bear with me, ok?).
me: I think there’s a cord that kind of looks like a printer cord?
him: What does a printer cord look like?
me: You know…it’s got two rows of pins in it, and it shaped like a weird rectangle?
me: Well, maybe it’s more of a rhombus, but, you know, rounded? At the corners?
him: I don’t know what you are talking about.
me: (trying to use my hands to make the shape I am talking about) Like this?
him: (looks at my mangled gang sign hands)
me: I’m sorry.
Anyway, the point of this story is that the shape I was trying to describe is actually called a trapezoid, not a rhombus. But honestly? I don’t think it really mattered what the fuck I called that shape because Boss Man and I weren’t on the same page. And me attempting to make a shadow puppet it for him with my hands wasn’t helping the situation.