Some of you readers will be familiar with a certain 40 year old ten speed bike, stored in my sister’s basement and dusted off every two years when I come to visit – it’s the one I affectionately refer to as “The Rejuvenator”. My brother-in-law has trouble remembering that name and calls it “The Youthinizer” – at least I hope that is how he spells it in his mind. “The Euthanizer” doesn’t sound so good.
He’s not the only one who has been mangling my bike’s name. Yesterday my husband wanted to ride to the tennis courts and asked me, “Is it okay if I take The Terminator?”
I said no.
That answer surprised him and he asked what was up.
“If you aren’t going to show him some respect, then you can’t ride him. It’s that simple.”
“I’m so sorry,” he replied, “is it okay if I take the Rejuicenator?”
He ended up taking my brother-in-law’s bike. The Euthanizer.