(SciFi convention, waiting for elevator along with two young women in corsets)
(elevator opens, very full of preteen boys and a lone soccer mom)
Preteen Boy: “You can fit!”
(soccer mom eye roll)
Me: “Thanks, I’m going to pass.”
Corset Lady 1, stepping into elevator: “It’s OK. We showered today.”
Corset Lady 2, squeezing into elevator: “Together.”
(soccer mom eyes get huge)
(elevator closes)
Me: …
Me: “I love SciFi conventions.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “This math problem is really frustrating.”
Me: “Can I help you with it?”
DM: “No, it’s OK. I understand the math, but the story problem is all wrong.”
Me: “Those can be tough.”
DM: “There’s no way 15 kids chose Fettuccine Alfredo over pizza or tacos.”
Me: (long pause)
Me: “I’m so glad I get to be your Dad.”
(watching ST:Voyager)
Me: “Hey, that’s Musetta Vander. I met her at Starbase Indy.”
Wonderful Wife: “Oh, yeah, she looks like that one woman who’s weird but everyone thinks is beautiful.”
Me: “That’s not enough info to… Oh, wait, you mean Fairuza Balk.”
WW: “Yeah, that’s her.”
(long pause)
Me: “So now I can read your mind.”
WW: “Careful what you wish for.”
Very Vocal Viking 