Me: I'm calling you because I'm trying to figure out the best route to get from ballet to soccer practice. Would you come back towards town or would you go out around the lake?
Him: Geez, I'm not sure. You could probably take the back way and you'd end up over by Spaghetti Already.
Me: What? That is NOT what that place is called.
Him: Sure it is. Spaghetti Already.
Me: No, I know the place you mean, but it's totally not called that.
Him: Yes, it is.
Me: No....it's something like that though. It's like Curry In A Hurry, only something to do with pasta.
Him: What is it then? Noodle Caboodle?
Me: NO! Stop it, I'm going to crash the car.
Him: It's Spaghetti Already. Here, I'll look it up in the phone book.
Me: Wait! I've got it! It's Speedy Linguine.
(Later, I emailed him to verify whether he'd envisioned it as Spaghetti Already or Spaghetti All Ready. His response--with the duh definitely implied--was Spaghetti Alreadi.)