Tonight, my sister faced the Council Of Doom -- Dad, her husband, and me, with the case worker just sort of watching. My dad and her husband tend to go for overpowering to win arguments. I do surgical strikes. I think it's why I was there.
My sister starts off happy (Dad: she sounds happy. Me: Act. Dad: I hope you're wrong), but as the meeting progresses, she starts copping an attitude, including giving the infamous, "What-ever."
"There you go again!" her husband shouts. "Stop copping an attitude!"
"I'm not copping an attitude!" my sister says defiantly.
I say, Oh, yeah? Let's put it to a vote. Dad, her husband, the case worker, and I all raise our hands. She gets real quiet.
Discussion continues. My sister says, "What-ever" again.
Dad gets on her about her attitude.
"It doesn't mean I have an attitude, it's just an expression!"
I comment, You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
On the way out, the case worker told me she's never met anyone who can quote Matthew Arnold in one meeting and The Princess Bride in another.
I tell her, I'm a sucker for the classics.