Elephant in the room does not refer to an actual elephant in your room. At least I don’t think it does. If that were the case I picture someone sitting on the sofa knitting or crocheting while a gigantic elephant sits next to the sofa with a lampshade on its head much like Uncle Cornwallace after a few too many Crown Royals.
Let me set the scene for this next one: A large conference room in a high-rise building downtown. You’re there with your boss and associates. Who knows how it happened. Perhaps you were running late or just simply forgot to turn off your cell phone. All you know is that right in the middle of your boss’ lecture on new ideas for company protocol your phone starts buzzing and out of your pocket blares the most inappropriate ringtone you can imagine. Instinctively, your co-worker’s heads whip around to find the source of the obscene intrusion. And what do you do? Look over your shoulder as if it wasn’t coming from you. You aren’t fooling anyone yet there is no way you will admit to liking Justin Bieber in a corporate setting.
Personally, I find that the elephant in the room just makes people even more uncomfortable. If your cell phone goes off at an inappropriate time then break into dance! If you accidentally toot in mixed company just say excuse me! As for the rip in your pants, make sure you have some great underwear on and you’re blessed with segue to a new, less shameful topic. And that frenemy? Ahh, just smack em! You’ll feel better.
...well, maybe you shouldn’t do that last one.