Hiccup
She: Man, this [hiccup] sleeping pill is really [hiccup] getting to me.
I: Oh?
She: [hiccup] Yeah, I feel sort of [hiccup] drunk . . . [hiccup] I was writing an email about St. Nicholas [hiccup] and I, instead, I [hiccup] What's that green holiday, with all the little men?
I: You mean Crampus?
She: No, [hiccup] the little Irish men.
I: St. Patrick's Day?
She: Yeah, I wrote that instead.
I: Oh?
She: [hiccup] Yeah, I feel sort of [hiccup] drunk . . . [hiccup] I was writing an email about St. Nicholas [hiccup] and I, instead, I [hiccup] What's that green holiday, with all the little men?
I: You mean Crampus?
She: No, [hiccup] the little Irish men.
I: St. Patrick's Day?
She: Yeah, I wrote that instead.