Yesterday my friend told me she wanted a salad, so later I asked if she got her salad. Yeah, she went to Panera, and she got some Asian salad.
Me: “McDonald’s has the same salad for half price. It’s so good.”
(I actually don’t know if McDonald’s has the same salad, but they have darn good salads, and I’m a staunch McD’s advocate, because ice cream cones. And iced coffee. ~swoons~)
“But,” my friend says, insert blah blah bah. Probably something about Panera bread on the side. Whoopdie do dah.
Me: “Touch you.”
My friend frowns. “What did you say?”
“Did you say touch me?”
Yeah, I did. “Yeah, touch you.”
“What does that mean?”
“Like, touch you.”
“It’s a figure of speech,” I attempt to justify while remembering that this is the third time I’ve had this conversation in recent memory. Every time I say “touch you” and there’s break enough in the conversation for my friend to question it, I end up defending the saying.
Because it is a saying. Right?
Apparently not because no one else knows it. But I use it all the time, and I have no idea where it came from. I hate to think I made it up.
“It’s, like, referencing King Midas,” I elaborate to my friend. “Like, touch you, I might turn to gold. You know the guy, whatever he touched, it turned to gold?”
“Yeah, I know the story.”
“It’s like ‘Do you want a cookie?’ You just say, ‘Touch me.’”
My friend shakes her head. Amused, but not amused.
Me: “Is that not a saying?” I then ponder, “It sounds sorta sexual, doesn’t it? That’s awkward. I don’t mean it in a sexual way. Is it really not a saying?”
So have I made up a new catchphrase?
Editor's Note: I vote no, that is not a real saying.