Me: Who was at the door?
Victor: Bunch of Jehovah’s Witnesses asking if I knew Jesus. I told them he just left.
Me: Aww. You’re going to hell.
Victor: I hate dealing with those people. They give me –
Me: Agita. When you feel all uncomfortable and dispeptic. It’s like…what you give to people you don’t like.
Victor: A box of tarantulas is what you give to people you don’t like. “Agita” is just crazy talk. It’s pronounced “angina“.
Me: Agita. Look it up.
Victor: Can’t. I don’t know how to spell your crazy made-up words.
Me: Fine. I’ll look it up on the internet. *Ahem* “You won’t find “agita” in most dictionaries, although it is a quintessential Italian-American slang word. Strictly speaking, “agita” is a stomach upset or heartburn. But “agita” can also mean that special kind of existential dyspepsia of the soul you get when absolutely everything goes wrong.” So there.
Victor: So what? Even your source says it isn’t a real word.
Me: Considering it isn’t real you sure give me an assload of it.