I, my friends, am an idiot.
The scene: my desk.
The players: a co-worker from next door and myself.
She came over and we got to talking about meat, and how she doesn't eat chicken due to the gristle found there. And how she doesn't like most ham due to the skin and icky layer on the outside of it, yet she loves bacon, the greasier the better. And she loves beef of all kinds, and turkey, but not chicken. Then we got on the subject of different kinds of meat (get your minds out of the gutter, please) and she said she can eat veal, since it's a form of beef.
I said, "Veal is from sheep. It's lamb meat."
She said, "No, I think it's from baby cows, who've lost their mothers."
"No, it's sheep meat. I'm sure."
"It's baby cow, I'M pretty sure."
I reach for my dictionary, and say at the same time something utterly pompous that only someone who's ALWAYS RIGHT can produce.
I read out loud "The meat of a calf."
Oh. My. God.
OK, so I'm an idiot. But at least I eat chicken, unlike some people.