Not what I meant, guv’na
My daughter said something to me that I didn’t think was very polite. I told her she needed to say it again in a nicer way—so she repeated it with a British accent.
In the late ’50s I was working construction, leveling the corner of a house that we had jacked about 4 inches above the ground. One of the jacks slipped and the house came down with a loud bang.
The next thing we knew, the owner, who was a minister, ran out and looked up at the sky. “I thought the Lord was coming!” he told us. We all had a good laugh.