That's it. It's time for me to burn my geek card.
While ribbing some British co-workers over their good fortune of having May Day as a paid holiday, I was reminded that I should be looking forward to the fourth here.
Silly me, I corrected said worthy soul and said "Oh no, you're thinking of Cinco de Mayo. That's the fifth."
Never have I been so ashamed to be so terribly, terribly wrong.
I find my lack of faith disturbing.
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