All At Sea
Meaning: In a state of confusion and disorder. Origin: This is an extension of the nautical phrase 'at sea' and dates from the days of sail when accurate navigational aids weren't available.
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Meaning: In a state of confusion and disorder. Origin: This is an extension of the nautical phrase 'at sea' and dates from the days of sail when accurate navigational aids weren't available.
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