"And there we were," the colonel said to a small crowd at the bar, "Benighted on the road—"
"Not so much benighted as #befogged," the lieutenant put in.
A number of quizzical voices from the crowd prompted him to continue. "I mean, we spent the night in a very nice inn. We paid the innkeeper extra to get up early, fix us a proper breakfast and have our horses ready for departure before dawn. Then, almost as soon as we left, a thick fog rolled in."