Good Point

So tonight I was hanging out with my good friend Rachel at my place. I was telling her about a mutual friend of ours who had "totally called me out on my crap last night."

Rachel, without missing a beat, immediately asked, "Which crap?"

I started to respond when I realized that she had asked "which" crap instead of "what", indicating that, with me, there's surely more than one thing I bs about. Then I was on the floor laughing and could no longer continue my story.

Despite Rachel's swift apologies and protestations that she had meant to say "what", I couldn't help thinking: "Good point, Rachel. Good point."