I am driving in the car with Angela D, my wife, en route to returning a baby backpack we borrowed from my friend, Angela L. I call on the cell phone.
"Hey, Ange, it's Jeff. Listen, we're almost to your place and Xan's asleep in the back, so can you or Peter come downstairs to pick up the backpack?"
"Sure, no problem."
"OK, see you in a few."
"You called her 'Ange.'"
"I didn't know you called anyone else 'Ange.'"
The mind races: do I call everyone named Angela "Ange" now because I call my wife "Ange"? Do I call her "Ange" because I originally called Angela L "Ange" since I met her earlier? Uh oh, have I committed a hug personal faux pas? Back-pedal. Back-pedal! Aiiigh!
My wife sits next to me, grinning as I sqiurm.