A delivery driver asked me for my "John Henry" this evening. I said "John Henry was a steel-drivin' man. You want my John Hancock." I got a look that indicated I had sprouted another head or some such.
Later I was at the Y while Sweet Daughter took her swim lesson, and woman came over and watched me knit on circular needles. She said she was a knitter, but she stared as though I was some sort of alchemist. She just stood there for a good ten minutes as I knit one, purled one, ad infinitum.
I really need to work on my deathstare.
John Henry... snerk... Nothing like a bastardization of the phrase :-)
ReplyDeleteI've heard that one before, he was a Florida guy if my guess is right.
ReplyDeleteI've heard people use John Henry when they should have said John Hancock. What's probably interesting is that delivery driver has probably said that a hundred times before you finally corrected him.
ReplyDeleteI've heard John Henry used more often than the arguably correct John Hancock for at least the past forty-five years. It's probably too late to re-educate the culture.
ReplyDeleteHave Breda give you lessons. I'm sure she'll be happy to help :)
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