When I was in high school, my great aunt died. She didn’t want a funeral, but we went up to New York for the burial. My mom is the kind of person who refuses to ever lie about anything, so instead of writing to my school that I went to a funeral (an acceptable excuse for being absent), she wrote that I went to an interment. She wrote in cursive and when my teacher saw the note, she asked where I had been. I said “my great aunt’s burial.” My teacher said “Well this looks like ‘internment’ which means going to prison.”
I don’t know why but this story sticks in my mind and sometimes still makes me mad, both at my mom for not just writing a simpler basically truthful explanation and at my teacher (who was actually one of my favorites) for prying into my family life and for indirectly calling my mom stupid because she misread something.