conversation with the hubby
We're driving down a long, dark road and are behind a truck. There's small tree debris all over the road - twigs and hay and things like that. I'm driving.
Dave: I can't tell if it's coming from the truck. It's too dark.
Me: How many fingers am I holding up? (I don't hold any up.)
Dave: I don't think that's very damn funny.
Me: (thinking: Wow. That was a bit of an over reaction. Maybe there's something going on with his eyesight or something.) It was a little funny.
Silence
Dave: So you weren't quoting Star Trek?
Dave: I can't tell if it's coming from the truck. It's too dark.
Me: How many fingers am I holding up? (I don't hold any up.)
Dave: I don't think that's very damn funny.
Me: (thinking: Wow. That was a bit of an over reaction. Maybe there's something going on with his eyesight or something.) It was a little funny.
Silence
Dave: So you weren't quoting Star Trek?