At Least You Didn’t Tan Her Hide Over It

I forgot my jacket at a baseball game. The next game I attended, I went to Lost & Found.

Me: “I’m looking for a tan windbreaker with dark blue lining, made by [Retailer]. I left it here during the last game.”

The employee consulted her list for quite a while.

Employee: “No, we have one a lot like that, but it is listed as beige.”

Once I had convinced her that beige and tan were more or less synonyms, she consented to go get the jacket, which, of course, was mine.