Sorry for all the late-night cackling, neighbors

Before falling asleep one night, Richard and I were discussing the importance of finding the right customer base for a business venture we’ve been noodling on. You know. Like everyone does, right?

RICHARD: So everyone is saying it’s all about finding that specialized market, like we thought.

ME: Them niches. *pronounced to rhyme with snitches*

ROCHARD: NICHES GET STITCHES.

–as I write this, I am discovering that I cannot spell Richard quickly on my phone while riding BART, and that iOS will rarely correct something in all caps–

ME: Niches do get stitches.

ORCHARD: Niches. Lol.

ME: Would you prefer niches? *pronounced like neesh*

RIHARD: Yes. Sounds fancy.

ME: Well then NEESH…uh…sleep in crèches?

RUICHARD: What? What did you say? The fuck is a crèche?

ME: You know, it’s like, uh, it’s what Our Lord and Savior the baby Jesus slept in that first night.

RIXHARD: No it’s not. That was a stable.

ME: No, like the manger thing.

RICHARD: That’s called a manger.

ME: Yeah, well, ok–NO WAIT–it’s a nativity scene. But like a small one?

RICHARD: What? Like between 6 and 18 inches tall?

ME: Yeah. Totally.

RIHARD: Bullshit. You’re just making this up.

ME: No! It’s totally a thing.

RICHARD: Whatever. You’re so full of it.

ME: Listen, who here is Catholic? This guy. I’m right. These are facts.

RICHRD: Then why are you giggling like you’re lying?

ME: I’m just–look it up then! Ask Google.

RIXHARD: Google’s asleep.

ME: You’re just scared.

RICHARD: Fine! Ok Google, what is a crèche?

ME: You just wait.

RICHARD: Where is the beach? No Google. What is a C-R–the hell do you spell it?

ME: C-R-E-C-H-E. I think it has a hat on the e.

RICHRD: A hat??

…typing…

…reading…

oh shit.

crèche noun kresh

1. a model or tableau representing the scene of Jesus Christ’s birth, displayed in homes or public places at Christmas.

Origin: French, from Old French creche manger, crib, of Germanic origin; akin to Old High German krippa manger

ME: Ahahah!

RICHARD: How is that–

ME: A ha HA!!

RICHARD: That’s not even possible.

ME: HA!

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

*Cackles until falls into the sound sleep of one who is proven unequivocally, however unbelievably, right.*