Recently at work, my husband Scott, went to the Gunny (Gunnery Sergeant) for some help.
“I need some scratch paper.”
The Gunny led Scott to a janitorial closet, opened the door, got something and handed Scott a scrubbing pad.
“A scratch pad.”
“I need a small pad of paper to write notes on. You know, a ‘scratch pad’.”
“Oh. Where I’m from in South Carolina, this is a scratch pad.”
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