Freudian slip of the day.
Sharing an elevator at Powell's with an employee who was admiring my sandals. He said:
"I've been looking for a good pair of sandals for my wife ever since her mom ate her last pair."
I said, "Her mom ate...?"
"Her dog," he said. "Her dog ate her last pair."
La Alameda de México, by José María Velasco, 1866
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