Me: “So, is there anything you’d like me to bring you when I go home?”
She: “A mountain man.”
Me: “You mean a Paul Bunyon type?”
She: “No facial hair.”
Me: “More like Monte Python?”
She: “No.”
Me: “More effeminate than Monte Python?”
She: “No! I don’t want a lumberjack!”
Me: “What then?”
She: “I want one that owns his own software development firm and has a palatial estate nestled in the hillside.”
Me: “Ohhhhh, you want a mountain-located man! Why didn’t you say so?”
