RX: "Mmmm, 'liquid blueberry pie:' Blueberry soda, vanilla ice cream, a dash of cinnamon...Tam, are you out of straws?" (You've got to drink a float through a straw.)
Tam: "No, the colorful ones are too long for the holder. They're above and to the left of the sink. With your ΓΛЯάζ∑ ЂŒŗ Θ6ЗЙ℮φ..."
RX: "Okay? ...Unh, Tam? I can't find 'em. Regular left or Marine* left?"
Tam: [Laughter] "In the same little cabinet where you keep your Garage. Door. Opener. Just the next shelf up. To the left of the sink. How can you not find them? They practically bite you every morning!"
RX: [Pauses to blush] "Oh, right in front of me! Thank you!"
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* I think I have mentioned my Dad and his brothers all served in the U. S. Navy or Naval Reserve, whereas Tam holds great admiration for the USMC. There is, therefore, occasional raillery-by-proxy. I may have lost this round.
BUILDING A 1:1 BALUN
4 years ago
3 comments:
"My left or the shelf's left?" It's an Aspie thing...
Getting older is hell. My wife keeps saying things that I apparently don't hear. Although, in fairness, that might be due to selective hearing rather than failing hearing...
My ex was always exasperated that I failed to decipher "It's in THERE!" as "First cabinet, middle shelf, three rows back, two layers down."
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