Up through high school the teachers always said “your ah nus” and we didn’t know any better but first year of collage somebody said it the modern way and it took off like wildfire. Incidentally, the censor wouldn’t let me say it the modern way so I had to beat around the bush.
We have two teenagers staying with us for Fall break, one on the sofa and one in a sleeping bag on the floor, and when the lights go out you can still see the spooky glow of their phones.
My first car, a 1963 Saab, had a 2-stroke, 3-cylinder engine. It sounded like a sewing machine going down the road.