One fine afternoon, two friends and I went to Pier One to buy an easel. We roamed the store without much luck and then came upon a very friendly worker.
"Can I help you find anything?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah, I'm looking for an easel."
"Oh, sure, let me show you where they are." He led us to a cabinet and pulled out two sizes to choose from. One was too small and one was too big. (And one was just right. No, that's not true. They didn't have the size I wanted, grrr)
He was holding them up for me to inspect and I realized he was waiting for a reaction or for me to pick one. I don't know, he was waiting for something. That's when the word came flying out of my mouth and I didn't know what I was saying until it was too late to pull it back or stop it. "Coolio."
He raised one eyebrow.
I, feeling a little bit lame, decided to continue humiliating myself by proclaiming, "Uh, I didn't mean to say that."
That's when he laughed and said, "Coolio is actually my word. I use it all the time." (yeah right)
I grabbed the closest easel and took it to the register. On my way out the door, he called out, "Have a coolio day." (see, I knew he had never used that word before)
And that is the story of the day (I wish I could say the last day) I said the word "coolio" to a random stranger.
I loved everyone's comments yesterday. I'm glad I'm not the only one with quirks.