He: So what kind of car did she get?
She: I don’t know, I forget. It starts with an “E.” Some kind of American car.
He: […prolonged thoughtful silence…]
[time passes]
She: I wish I could remember what kind of car it was.
He: Well, the only kind I could think of that started with an “E” is “Elantra,” but that’s a foreign—
She: I’m not sure it starts with an “E.”
He: Oh… Well, since she got it from a Chevrolet dealer, is it a Chevrolet at least?
She: I don’t know!… Name some kinds of Pontiac. A sporty Pontiac.
He: Well, there’s the Firebird but I don’t think they make them anymore.
She: They don’t. And it’s not a Firebird anyway.
He: […]
She: Name some more Pontiacs. Sporty ones.
He: Uh… Grand Prix?
She: No, it’s not a Grand Prix… Maybe it is a Grand Prix.
[dials phone, talks briefly]
She: Yes. It’s a Grand Prix.
Tessa says
I have those kinds of conversations, too. Except it’s the First Husband who is always asking me for the names of cars … and he’s an engineer, believe it or not!!
John says
Tessa: Heh. I guess this is one reason why we marry as we do — so there’s always somebody close by to answer either party’s pressing questions. :)
marta says
Him: Are you ready for me to go away?
Her: Getting there.
Him [standing, waiting]
Her: There.
Him: Good night.
–in our home
Kate Lord Brown says
Heh – John there’s an award for you over at mine …
John says
marta: Oh, excellent! (There’s a blog called something like “Overheard in NYC” whose entries consist entirely of fragments of conversation. Do you know it? Very entertaining!)
Kate: Well, dang. Color me… gobsmacked? Can that be a color?