Exiting a thermal bath in Budapest, with college friends Eileen and Mike. Eileen is really good at making up songs, so I got the idea that we should invent a song about our time in Budapest.
Me: "What genre of song would it be? I think it should be about goulash."
Mike: "I suggest a rap."
Me: "Oh wow. That would be good, because I also want it to be a song about technology since we've been talking about the internet a lot. Fortunately, goulash rhymes with both bash and flash."
Mike: "Also cache."
Me: "Good one! Oh, and hash."
Me: "Wait, but it's pronounced 'goulash' (short a), not 'goulahsh' (long a). So it actually doesn't rhyme with any of these."
Mike: "What are you, British? Just say 'goulash' (long a)."
Me: "No, that's not right. The song is ruined."
(It's too bad, because later I also thought of "backslash" and "john nash").