We arrived in Ft. Lauderdale on Thursday and have been staying at a boutique-type hotel that my sister found on the Internet. I guess It could be described as funky European. We have a balcony in our room that overlooks the intercoastal water way.
Thursday night Ruben and I sat out on the balcony watching the ships go by with their Christmas lights on. I asked Ruben what he thought of the hotel. "I don't know," he said. "It's a little too chick for my taste."
"You mean chic?" I asked.
"Thats what I said. Chick, C-H-I-C."
"Um, I think it's pronounced 'chic.'
"Whatever. You pronounce it your way, I'll pronounce it mine."