It's an Unfortunate Life

"I've got another interview lined up for next week" Dad told us around the dinner table.

"Yay!" I said. "It won't be long before you are back in the world of work now!" I exclaimed.

"But" Papa carried on, "The woman I'm to ask for hasn't half got a funny name".

"Why, what is it?" Mama and I asked, seriously.

"Mycock" Dad said.

We burst out laughing. I am my mother's daughter.

"Mycock!" Mama squealed. "Like, your cock?"

"Mum!" I berated her, embarrassed.

"When you ask for her, do you have to say 'Miss Mycock', like miss my cock?" she laughed. "And then she'll say 'No I certainly do not, I've never met you!". Cue hysterical laughter, with all her teeth showing and parts of her throat, too.

"And if she was foreign" Dad continued, "She might say, 'I Miss Mycock'" and I'll say, "Why, where has it gone?!"

I sat in silent wonder at how far this joke could go.

Mama continued to laugh, breathlessly muttering words with 'cock' in them for the next ten minutes. Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock.

Turns out, the joke could go quite far, actually. Three days later and I am still mortified over how many times THAT WORD has been said in our house. Cock.