I can’t stop laughing. I just heard a story — a true story, you couldn’t make this up — from my son, Adam (the Badger’s TreeChange son). A while back his work took him to a country town on the mainland (Australia) to attend a community meeting. It was the sort of meeting where Morning Tea is served by the ladies of the CWA (Country Women’s Association). Afterward, he went into the kitchen to thank the ladies for their efforts and one of the women introduced them all: “I’m Dot, and this is Dot, and that’s Dorothy.” To which he replied (of course) “Oh! So we have an ellipsis here…” They all just stared at him blankly. Just imagine: you are served an exquisite opening for the perfect rejoinder, and no one gets it.
I can’t top that. I’m going to bed… MM*ellipsis |iˈlipsis|noun ( pl. ellipses |-sēz| )the omission from speech or writing of a word or words that are superfluous or able to be understood from contextual clues.• a set of dots indicating such an omission. The most common form of an ellipsis is a row of three periods or full stops (. . .) or a pre-composed triple-dot glyph (…)
The Meandering Matriarch said:
I can’t help wondering whether Dorothy was the Rugged Individualist of the group, or if she was just the last to arrive…
Poor Dorothy. Can you imagine? (chortle, guffaw) … let’s not go there while the kiddies are still up.