Okay, so every morning I take my dog Ceilidh for a walk, and occasionally we pass by Frank’s place. Frank is an older gent who’s lived in the neighborhood for 60-plus years and is a font of knowledge. The topic of another neighbor came up in conversation:
Frank: “That guy is a screwball.”
Me: “He’s an odd one.”
Frank: “You know he used to have a lacuna.”
Me: “A lacuna?”
Frank: “Yeah, it was this big.” [He holds his hands about two feet apart.]
Me: “A lacuna?”
Frank: “Yeah. He completely forgot where it was.”