“Trippin’ Magazine” Would Be A Great Name For A Travel Publication

(When I am eight years old, my father is the editor of a small literary magazine, which refers to a species of trout in its name. He brings me into the magazine’s office to supervise me. One night, he has to go off on an errand, leaving me alone. The phone rings, so I pick it up.)

Me: “Hello?”

Caller: “Yeah, can I get some red beans and rice?”

Me: “I’m sorry, this is a magazine. We don’t sell red beans and rice.”

Caller: “What? Girl, you trippin’. Can you deliver that to [address] in Los Angeles?”

(Los Angeles is hundreds of miles south of my location.)

Me: “Um, sorry. This is a magazine. We don’t make food.”

Caller: “You trippin’! Isn’t this the [Magazine]? That’s red beans and rice, okay?”

Me: “No, we really don’t make food. I think you have the wrong number.”

Caller: “You trippin’!”

(The caller hung up. I was confused, and didn’t understand what “trippin'” meant in this context for another couple of years!)