Every so often, someone emerges from left field and changes your life forever in some weird way. This happened to me in the 1990s. At the time, my sister Debbie worked with a woman who regularly skirmished with our chosen language. Among the words she mangled was this: “therapy.” As in physical therapy.
“Thurpee,” was her version of
this word.
A small thing, I know. But in the time since, I have firmly adopted her pronunciation.
I like it very much.
“Physical thurpee” has a sweet ring
to it.
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