Throughout high school I was deeply immersed in Theater or "Drama" as the class was called. And consequently, boy was it filled with drama. We were a very insular group who rarely socialized with anyone outside of the classes. Members of "Band" were occasionally tolerated. Like the cousin who smells like milk that you only see at holidays. At some point during those four glorious, dramatic years we developed an elaborate version of the parlor game MURDER. If you're not familiar, here's how the game works: Everyone chooses a card from a playing deck. The one who pulls the JOKER card is the murderer. The object is to avoid being murdered while trying to figure out who the murderer is. If the murderer winks at you, you're dead. In our version, figuring out who the murderer was became secondary to setting up elaborate murder scenes for the others to happen upon in awe. Many parents wondered where the hell all of the ketchup kept disappearing to!Anyway...Having said all of that to say...during one particularly fevered game, an overeager player staged their murder based on a perceived wink from another player who was neither the murderer nor apparently winking. And the often used bon mot was born. If you think about it, it can be applied to almost any situation of misunderstanding. And it still always makes me smile!
