I ruined someone’s joke today.
I was walking back from the Spectrum, waiting for a walk signal while munching on one of those muffins they have at Jamba Juice, when a car pulled up in the turn lane. A girl, probably in her late teens, rolled down the passenger-side window.
“Sir? Do you have any updog?”
Updog? I thought. What the hell is that, some kind of code word for something? Since my mouth was full, I just kind of shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.
“Are you sure? You don’t have any updog?”
Same thing. The light changed, and the car turned into the parking lot.
And then I realized: she had been expecting me to ask what it was. As in, “What’s updog?”