Sometimes, it sits up just nicely for you. To wit, the witty opportunity to strike through the covers for four, to turn sharply and chip into the top corner from twenty yards (cf. Glenn Hoddle v Watford, 1983).
My brother and a friend were tonight discussing another, seemingly infinitely indecisive friend of their's, who was in a relentlessly on-off, on-again, off-again relationship with a girl called Carmen.
My helpful input?:
"I suppose, then, you might call him a - Carmen chameleon...?"
I'm here all week, folks.
Bring me your birthdays, barmitzvahs, huddled wedding masses...