Cribbage: (n) a card game for two, three or four people
Yes, this is one of those words.
There are many of them: words or terms that are brought up in front of me which I do not know–neither what they mean nor how they are played or applied.
For instance, someone in my presence might say:
“Well, a couple of us were playing cribbage…”
At this point I notoriously nod my head. The reason? Nobody else in the room looks bewildered—they are also covering up their ignorance, and I don’t want to be the one to ask, “Cribbage? What’s that?”
I do it with other words, too. Honestly, Cherries Jubilee is like that for me. I know there’s a fire involved—which is enough to make me want to back off, considering that I’m a bit intimidated by a flaming dessert.
Something topical? The census.
I kind of have an idea what it is, but I’m afraid to speak anything out loud because the whole room may turn to me with one perplexed glance, as if to sneer, “That’s not the census…”
I can break out in a cold sweat if people start talking about constitutional amendments.
I would probably faint if I were suddenly challenged by a woman asking me to explain exactly where the clitoris is.
Sometimes you shut your mouth.
Because the minute you open it, all your stupidity and ignorance come pouring out like the fizz in a two-liter bottle of Coke, uncapped, on a hot day.