If ever a title (to a post) or a famous namesake defined the term “euphemism,” it would be here.
Some time ago, I had the “good fortune” to caddy for a member of the iconic Johnson family of Band-Aid, Baby Shampoo, and contraceptive fame. He rode in a cart while I carried his bag and the bag of his guest around for 18 holes. He was pleasant enough but was truly out of touch with reality (at least mine). Upon reaching the tee of the 12th hole and while waiting for the group ahead of us to clear the green, he turned to me and asked me “what I did for a living” (apparently unaware that I knew that he had literally never gone to work a day in his life while enjoying the fruits and labors of his esteemed lineage). “I’m a teacher,” I responded. “A teacher! What a racket. Summers off, work half days, and you get to work with kids,” was his comeback.
Did he not notice who was in the cart and who was the pack mule?
