din-din

The presidency hardly requires that one mount a rough steed and spear an antelope for din-din.

“Did we have a nice din-din?” a museum guard asks as Mr. Hall and a companion exit the cafeteria.

As they leave the museum cafeteria, another guard asks, “Did we have a nice din-din?”

I never said, “Did we have a nice din-din?” to anybody, but I’m sure I condescended to the old.

And it was all kind of positive, until I went to the National Gallery and a crazy guard said to me, “Did we have a nice din-din?”