Quoted:
No, this isn't about religious debate.
Last night I'm at a bishopric meeting (my church calling is assistant executive secretary to the bishopric) and as our meeting begins we're chatting a bit before moving on to congregation matters. The bishops counselors and the executive secretary are discussing favorite comedy movies that they enjoy.
The bishop begins chatting with me about a pistol that he's getting for his wife. He's very excited about getting her a new Sig .380. Naturally I congratulate him for getting his wife a gun (good man, obviously) and begin discussing the limitations of the .380 cartridge.
"With the .380 it's hard to get good penetration
and good expansion at the same time. If you have to choose between the two options I'd suggest FMJ ammo for penetration. It's good to have both but when you can't, essential penetration is more important in my opinion."
That's when I realized that the room had gone dead quiet.
The bishop's counselors:
The executive secretary:
The ward clerk:
[>:/]
That's when I realized that they probably didn't know the context of the "penetration" I was referring to.
They probably all thought I was
at that moment.
Meanwhile the bishop looks at their expressions and begins chuckling to himself.
"We're discussing bullet performance," I quickly explained, knowing that I'm turning several shades of red.
"Sure you were," was the response, followed by lots of laughter.
The bishop, thoroughly enjoying the situation, interjects, "we haven't even gotten into muzzle velocity yet."
Then I was laughing while several of the others turned red.
Sure is nice having such a great bishop.
You're right, it is nice when your embarassment turns to general laughter.