Hello, again Gentle Reader(s),
Once, again, it’s time for, yet, another recounting of a conversation with the most amazing female walking the Earth today. Yes, that’s right, my wife, Judy. This particular exchange actually took place several months, maybe even years, but probably months ago…
(Cue the memory sequence music here)
(We join our memory as the music fades, with me exiting the bathroom after a somewhat extended visit and encountering the lovely and, patient, Judy in the – albeit extremely short – bathroom waiting line in the master bedroom…)
Bill: “Oh, hi, my little snooky-wookie-kins! Are you waiting for me?”
Judy: “Why, no, my love, my very own, I am not,” and she goes on, “I am waiting for the bathroom.”
Bill: “Of course, my sweet. It’s all yours.”
Judy enters the bathroom… Judy exits the bathroom… Judy speaks…
J: “How do you do that?”
B “How do I do what?”
J: “The bathroom never smells when you come out. How do you do that?”
B: “Seriously? Really?”
J: “Yeah, really. It never has.”
B: “Well, statistically, there is a very small minority of people, of which I am fortunate to be counted among, who can claim to possess the ‘Mine Doesn’t Stink’ charism.”
J: “Well, as much as I hate to say it, and as ridiculous as it may sound, I have to agree.”
Move ahead about ten days…
Bill exits the bathroom.
Judy enters the bathroom.
Judy exits the bathroom.
J: “I’ve changed my mind.”
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