Up There
She: "Everyone up there is incompetent!" (points to the ceiling) Me: "How far up are you pointing?" She: "To the 9th floor." Me: "Oh, I wasn't sure if you were pointing past the roof and including the Almighty in your ranting." She: "Well, now that you mention it..."
Winnie
Me: "So, there really is a Winnebago, IL?" She: "Yeah, we drove through it, why?" Me: "It's just that I thought the sign for the Winnebago Clinic was for R.V. owners. I thought it was kinda cool that people drove their R.V.'s up to get serviced." She: "No, that was
Lobist
She: "I have a strange favor to ask of you." Me: "Ummm, okay. Shoot." She: "Would you measure my earlobes?" Me: "I've been waiting all day for someone to ask. I feel I'm eminently qualified." She B: "Is that because you're a lobist?" Me: "That's me. El Loboist."
Balance
He: "She thinks we balance each other out." Me: "Do we?" He: "Well, if there's a solution that we both agree on, then you know it's a damn fine solution." Me: "Yeah, but when was the last time we agreed on anything?" He: "Good point. I'll tell her the master
Of Thursday Night…
She: "Sorry, I can't do it Thursday night. I'm hosting a book club meeting that evening." She B: "I can't go Thursday, either. I'm hosting a pity party." Me: "Thursday's out for me, too. I'm doing a one-woman tribute to web development." She: "...what?" She B: "So, you're going to
Tora, Torro, Torah
She: "What movie are they playing?" Me: "Looks like 'Tora, Tora, Tora'." She: "Oh...I always thought it was Spanish film." Me: "Nope. It's about the bombing of Pearl Harbor told from the Japanese side." She: "Oh. It's just that tora sounds Spanish." Me: "You're thinking torro. That's Spanish for bull."
