The Dangerous People
I said “machts nix” to a coworker last week. Meant it, reflexively, the way you’d say “bless you.” It’s not my phrase. It’s my wife’s—and it isn’t even really hers. She got it from her dad, who picked it up in Germany in the 1960s, stationed there before she was born. It’s no problem; forget about it. It crossed an ocean and two generations to get to me, and I never decided to start saying it. I just looked up one day and it was in my mouth, load-bearing, like it had always been there. ...