2006-02-01
the perfect touche
The word 'touche' and I have share a very long, tumultuous history together.
I don't remember where I first heard it, but it must have been a perfect touche moment. Because directly afterwards, the room got kind of quiet and everyone did that "oooh" noise that people do when somebody says something cleverly derisive.
I thought it was damn cool, so I started trying to use it. Except I never really understood the correct context for a touche.
"Rori, what do you want for dinner?"
"Touche, mom!"
"What did you get for #7?"
"Touche!"
"Stop saying that damn word!"
"...Touche!"
Eventually people got sick of hearing me misuse touche and I got sick of being told to shut up, so I phased it out of my vocabulary.
But I am still waiting for the perfect opportunity for a touche to arise. And that moment will be the crowning achievement of my life to this point.
zebrasaur at 3:37 p.m.
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