Maya Angelou. Oh how much I love that book. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
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Pete kindly attributes this, which happened on Saturday, to a generation gap. Thanks Pete.
It was a (slightly younger) friend's birthday. I asked her if she'd received any super special presents. This is what I heard in reply. No word of a lie or exaggeration.
Nikki: Yes, a wee controller.
Me: (face screwed up in bemusement) Oh, how...lovely. (Thoughts going through my head - is she incontinent, then? What an odd present! What is it? Like, some sort of cork?)
Nikki: (on seeing my expression) A Wii controller. You know, for the television.