"I was half in the bag when I realized I had been arguing with her for twenty minutes. I looked up at the clock and found out it was actually an hour and I had been fully stuffed into the bag by good Scotch whisky and any free drinks I could weasel out of my friends. It was an argument filled with eye rolls and interrupted with large sips. We were arguing about words. These words did not include racial slurs, which should not be tolerated in any civil discourse as normal. “It’s just a word, it means nothing,” I would say. “Words have meaning,” she would answer. “And there should be certain things we can’t say.”"