I've been having a good week.
Sometimes when I'm telling old stories from high school days I'll talk of a fellow named Chris. I usually follow that with a quantifier, for example, "You know about submarines, just like Chris, my old DM."
The two letter acronym is unfamiliar to the listener and they cock their head to the side quixotically.
"Oh, DM," I say, "You know, Dungeon Master."
The listener does not straighten their head. Sometimes they shake it from side to side, as though I were a puppy that piddled too far to the port side of the papers.
Dungeon Master as a relationship descriptor makes sense though, trust me. It's like saying my old employer, or my old ex-girlfriend... or perhaps most accurately, my former crack dealer.
