I told the receptionist in my gym, “I’ll expire on the 14th.”
“No! Don’t say that!” she answered.
She was Indian and I forgot that for Indians, EXPIRE only means one thing: death.
When I realized this, I told her, “Well… You can never say, right?”
“That’s true,” she smiled answering.
After I renewed earlier this evening, I told her, “So… When will I expire again?”
She laughed.
