The class burst into guffaws, some students covering their mouths and giggling.

Me, I hid behind lecture notes, instantly turning a lovely shade of lobster.

Take it from me. You haven’t lived until you’ve accidentally said “tea bagger” instead of “tea party” to a classroom full of college seniors.

Call it a Freudian slip. Or sleep deprivation. Or the result of having ice cream cake for lunch. Whatever, but I’ve really never seen so many shocked, then gleeful faces.

And believe me, there is really no way to recover a lecture after a comment like that.
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