I was in a kitchen, making supper for my roomies in Katimavik, when Jess(A friend of mine within the group) comes around the corner and strikes up a conversation. Being ahead of schedule on supper(I like being punctual), I decided to stop and give her my full attention.
First, I need to explain some things. Katimavik takes a sampling of youth from across Canada for nine months and plops us into three communities for three months each to do volunteer work in the community, travel and learn about our country. Jess worked at a center for the mentally inhibited. We were warned, whe visiting the center, that some of them may develop crushes on the worker.
After a few minutes, Jess tells me about a fellow there who has developed a crush on her(At this time, I've begone peeling potatoes). As it turns out, the fellow has nothing inhibiting him mentally but he is a paraplegic and it turns out that he is simply a counsellor there for the clients.
What I meant to say:
"Well, that's not too bad, I suppose. At least he's mentally all there."
What I said:
"Well, that's not too bad, I suppose. At least he's a real person."