Trying to Make Fetch Happen

steak with sauce

I remember, in the folly of my teenage years, trying to create my own catchphrase. I come from the Jersey Shore where, like many coastal towns, you wore surf wear even if you didn’t really surf. Billabong, Quicksilver, Rusty, Ocean Pacific, etc. I was particularly fond of Quicksilver. So fond, in fact, that I would tell more than one person, on more than one occasion, that “Quicksilver is my sauce”. You know, because I wanted to be covered in it? Complemented by it? I dunno. I was already a super nerdy outsider, so I don’t know why I though this would do me any favors.