Aglet

Rob? It's B.

Aglet? Aglet.

Okay.

And Mark? It is B.

That's what I've gone for.

Aglet.

Yes, it's B. Aglet.

Correct.

It was like his trivia question.

It's an aglet.

Aglet? An aglet? I could be wrong on that, but that's what I remember him telling us.

It's one of those trivia questions where you have an answer, but nobody can rebut what you said.

I never looked it up.

coffee?Hey, it's Junie.

My mother just looked up from her New York Times crossword and asked me what the tip of a shoelace was called, aglet, and I felt a sense of cosmic satisfaction that I doubt most people will feel across their entire lives.

That's right, I was born for this one moment, to complete this crossword puzzle of destiny.

Is it useless information to carry? Yeah, probably, but I haven't figured out how to work the delete button in my brain quite yet.