Just to mention it triggers embarrassment and a need to exit the room.
So this is what can easily cause my flush face and a need to run. Sheba, my phantom no-name spouse plays Pickleball. Yes, you correctly heard what I said. Pickleball. Don’t ask how the name came about. Just trust me it’s called Pickleball. Sheba, an ex-tennis player is now totally enamored with Pickleball. A ping pong like game played on half a tennis court and half a lower net with large wooden paddle, four players, and a Wiffle ball. It is also a very noisy game. Lots of PING and PANG back and forth. Drives me nuts. Where pickle comes from is not really understood. All I can say there is no real pickle involved. Just my embarrassment.
Furthermore there is an entire Pickleball association. Google this. It’s real. Something stupid seems to come around almost every generation. This is it. Get use to it. I’m almost certain the Pickleballers will attempt to get this into the Olympics. Oh, please!