Verbal Gymnastics

YOU know you’ve been working too hard to combat the international Zionist conspiracy when you find yourself on the verge of recommending to someone that they treat a small burn injury with a reliable “anti-Semitic” cream.

The way I managed to regain my composure, mid-sentence, and quickly rifle through my vocabulary in order to exchange the word “anti-Semitic” for “antiseptic,” was so incredibly dexterous that it possibly resembled the linguistic equivalent of swerving to avoid hitting a startled rabbit in the road.

Thus, I managed to overcome my little faux pas and drive on, unruffled, glancing in the conversational rear-view mirror with satisfaction and knowing that both my reputation and the confused bunny for whom I had almost prescribed a genocidal solution for a fairly minor skin complaint, remain intact.