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Metaphasis
After doing more research I have learned some interesting things, one of which is there is a more official term for Spoonerisms: Metaphasis. According to Word Spy: metaphasis n. Transposing sounds or letters in a word or phrase (e.g., “stits and farts” instead of “fits and starts”).
Notes: Such phrases are known more popularly as “Spoonerisms” after the Reverend William Spooner who was famous for mangling phrases (“Which of us has not felt in his heart a half-warmed fish?”). ~ Trabue Gentry
Stop, Look and…Well, Just Look!
Amanda and I were sitting at a stop light and I guess my mind was wandering so Amanda alerted me to the fact that the light had changed by informing me that “The griht’s leen.” ~ Trabue Gentry
Show Some Respect!
Amanda and I were sitting in bed last night watching TV when a commercial for America Unearthed came on. We began talking about Scott Wolter, the star of the show, when Amanda attempted to state his profession. However, Scott is not a lowly gorensic feologist as she might have everyone to believe, but a highly respected forensic geologist. ~ Trabue Gentry
Damn Bogs!
Amanda and I were listening to Pink Floyd’s “Animals” album when she said “I don’t like the song where the bogs are darking.” ~ Trabue Gentry
Dat Be Some Dalls Beep Thinkin'
It just occurred to me how disastrous being spooneristic would be for a rapper. Well, there goes that career! ~ Trabue Gentry
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The Story of Reville Ordenbacher
I just remembered perhaps my most embarrassing spoonerism. I’m not actually sure how I could forget the experience except that the ADHD got its hooks into me again. Anyway, one day last summer, Amanda and I were at Pease’s Candy Store to buy a sleeve of Neccos.
I passed by a row of dispensers that contained exotic flavors of jellybeans. One of the dispensers was labeled popcorn. I was intrigued and asked the sales lady if I could sample one just to find out what a popcorn jellybean would taste like. She kindly obliged me and generously served me up three popcorn jellybeans. To my surprise, they did taste just like buttered popcorn and actually weren't half bad. I remarked to the lady “These are really good! They taste just like Reville Ordenbacher popcorn!” Upon finishing my statement my spoonerism hit me right between the eyes.
Of course I meant to say Orville Redenbacher, but exactly how does one explain such a glaring faux pas. I was like the proverbial dear caught in the headlights. There was a horrifyingly moment of awkward silence during which I wanted to grab my clothes and run out the door. But I gathered what wits I had left about me and proceeded to stuff my foot in my mouth a second time. “I’m sorry. I meant to say Reville Ordenbacher.” Amanda looked at me in dumbfounded and humored awe! I knew I’d screwed up…again but the stress of the first mistake caused me to go into an unbreakable cycle of frustrating dyslexia. I simply couldn't think of the correct way to say his name. The sales lady just stood there confused and feeling, perhaps, as awkward as me. I tried to explain to her that I had dyslexia but I couldn't think of the name of the condition that has been w me my entire life.
Amanda finally helped to straighten out the tidy little mess I had made for myself. When we left the store I felt as though I was being led back to the nursing home that had prematurely given me an afternoon pass. ~ Trabue Gentry