John Carpenter Would Approve
(My boyfriend and I are playing ‘Password’, with us against his mom and step-dad. It’s our turn.)
Boyfriend: “Object.”
(I try to think of what the heck that could be a clue for, and draw a blank.)
Me: “…Thing?”
Boyfriend: *stares* “Yeah! Were you reading my mind again?!”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?