Multiple Minis

I completely spaced out on a tale from Nuit Blanche I wanted to share with you fantabulous readers. I have the suspicion you will either be A) Horribly amused, or B) Able to identify with me ENTIRELY.

Scene: Somewhere around Dundas Square, 2-3 am. Nuit Blanche. Miz Moffatt, The Advocate, and Napoleon are stumbling about, following our noses to some cheap popcorn.

The Advocate: Hey, look at the Minis!

Napoleon: WHOA! MINIS!

Miz Moffatt: *Starts scanning the crowd crossing at the scramble intersection*.... Huh?

The Advocate: No -- MINIS.

Miz Moffatt: *Notices three Mini Coopers lined up in a row*.............................. oh.

In case you are a visual learner, here's a breakdown of said conversation:

The Advocate meant Minis -->

I heard minis -->

.... I am SO GAY. Give me a little sleep deprivation and I'll hear everything with an "ohmygosh, there's a hot girl you should be looking at" slant. It's moments like these that make me treasure the English language even more so than I do.

And I'm also surprised that this moment did not register for My Advocate nor for Napoleon. I mean, if I wasn't out before, I was SO out in that moment.

Hope you ladies have a lovely weekend -- meet you back here on Monday, sharp.