I've got to quit making fun of my manager. Really, I can't keep doing this.
Today she and a co-worker of mine were folding sweaters. "You can't describe a sweater as 'clumsy'" she said "clumsy isn't an adjective, it's an adverb".
Knowing I did not want to get involved in this conversation, I tried to leave the room.
"Sara!" She shouts. "Clumsy is an adverb, right? It can't be an adjective".
"Er well...I suppose it could be an adjective, if you were describing a noun...like..um, a person. The person was clumsy".
"Yeah but, it's really an adverb, right?"
Well, if you were to say, "He stumbled along, clumsily" You'd be in adverb territory.
"What about a sweater. Can a sweater be clumsy?".
I suppose it could be.
"Hee Haw! Right!" she snorts. "You need to have a long talk with your ex-husband, because you are WRONG baby! So wrong.."
Yes, tonight I will consult my ex-husband who teaches High School English about Adverbs. Maybe I'll call my English professor father and brother as well for a second and third opinion because , GASP-I don't know the English language.
Earlier that day she was decribing her daughter coming up with some anaconyms. "You know, like Happy for Sad, or Hot and Cold.."
I think she's FUBAR.
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