In which Maureen recalls her childhood understanding of Greenwich Mean Time
Mo: (referring to a TV character unclear on the concept of GMT) Yeah, that’s what I thought, too.
Me: About what?
Mo: Greenwich Mean Time. I knew it originated in Greenwich, England, and set the standard for time all over the world.
Me: But?
Mo: But I thought it was called “mean” time because the English were very serious about the accuracy of their time pieces.
Me:
Mo: I just remember thinking, “Wow. When it comes to time, those Brits do not fuck around.”
Tonight’s Dinner Conversation
Me: So anyway, there was so much bird shit on my car, it was like they had a vendetta out for me or something.
Mo: So did you wash it?
Me: I had to. It was ridiculous. And not only that, there was a ton of tree pollen crap all over it, too. And washing it wasn’t even enough to get it clean. I had to pick out the little tree pollen things out of the wiper blades. You know, between the blade itself and the wiper arm? They get stuck in there. And in the vents, too.
Mo: You know what that makes you, right?
Me: What?
Mo: Fastidious.
Me:
Mo: What?
Me: Nothing.
Mo: What.
Me: Um, I believe it’s pronounced “fas-TID-i-ous.” Not “fas-TIDGE-ous.”
Mo: <smiles>
Me: Shut up.
As Mo and I were watching Thomas Langmann accept the Oscar for Best Picture…
Me: That guy reminds me of…
Mo: Peter Lorre
Me: Peter Lorre
Mo: <smiles>
Me: I love being married to you.
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Maureen (cruising past the TV):
So, they’re letting girls play now? It’s about time.
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