I jammed my finger while moving boxes at work this morning. Did I yell out, “Damn, that hurt!”? Did I utter a less-polite four-letter word?
No, for some strange reason, an obscure corner of my brain told my mouth to yell, “Ow, yotz!”
You can imagine the weird looks my coworkers gave me after that. Fortunately, they’re all geeks too.