The scenario: I’m at my desk in the library, working. I’ve gotten a couple of obscene phone calls in the past month or so. So, when I get a call from an unidentified male who says “Whip or no whip?” I immediately think the worst. I hang up.
I’d forgotten, naturally, that my esteemed boss was at the coffee shop, kindly picking up a mocha for me. His question referred, of course, to whether or not I would like WHIPPED CREAM on the mocha.