When I was just out of college, I went to work for a German expat in Venezuela. He used the word “chaos” to describe, well, everything.
Venezuela was chaos. Traffic was chaos. The volunteers at his organization were chaos.
In his German accent, it sounded a lot like “cows” —
“The line at the gas station was cows!” — and I’ve spent the years since mentally substituting the word “cows” for “chaos” every time I hear it...