I have stumbled upon a trauma from my youth, and I wished to confront it and commit it to form, lest I ever forget (as happens more and more these days). Now, when someone calls me out for some reason, i have another trauma in my stable that I can trot out and blame. Winning!
This is the scenario which inspires deep and deeply held dread -- hanging around with friends, getting ready to play softball. They are all talking about breaking in their new gloves, and one, clearly an expert points out the inmportant of applying neat's foot oil.
They all pause and nod, pounding their fists into their gloves in silent agreement.
I am afraid to say, "Hey, excuse me everybody, but what is a 'neat' and why would you somehow want to get oil from it's feet?"
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