It's noon and I'm in the kitchen.
Me: (staring into the cabinet containing all my pots and pans) You want uh...
Dirtman: Yeah.
Me: You know they're not...
Dirtman: So, three.
Result: I make him three cheese quesadillas for lunch (not four of the small tortillas because instead I'd bought the burrito-size tortillas).
I've just watched a Netflix movie I really liked and want to watch it again, this time with Dirtman, who I think would enjoy it. He asks if it has any actors in it he would know.
Me: It's got that guy in it. (Dirtman stares at me expressionless.) He was in all those movies. (Dirtman stares at me expressionless.) The ones about that special kid. (Dirtman stares at me expressionless.) You know...the English lady was in it too and then he was in another one with her. (Dirtman stares at me expressionless.) You know...that movie with all the people in it. (Dirtman stares at me expressionless.) Remember? He was in it and she was in it and...OH! Hugh Grant was in it! (Dirtman stares at me expressionless.) THAT GUY! (Dirtman stares at me expressionless.) Oh! And he was with her in another movie -- all dressed up.
Dirtman: Oh. Alan Rickman.
Result: We watch Bottle Shock.
Conclusion
I am forever tied to Dirtman simply because he is the only one who can translate for me.
2 comments:
Sounds like us. We talk about "That Guy" all the time and know exactly which "That Guy" the other is talking about.
Yeah...and I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. It kind of sounds like all the mystery is gone. On the other hand, it's sure convenient not to have to come up with the name of "that guy."
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