I have a very clever friend.
Last night, she arrived at the Church Lady supper without a speck of green on her, but rather sporting a largish piece of cellophane tape on her shirt. Thinking that perhaps she, like me, was having a bit of a distracted day, I leaned in to quietly tell her, “Dear Friend, you seem to have tape stuck to your shirt. Shall I–?”
She grinned and said, “No, it’s alright. I’m Scotch.”
I really like my clever friend.