“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
Almost out of the blue Señora said to me, “You would not make a very good MC on a game show.”
“Oh?,” said I, arching one eyebrow, a perplexed expression crossing my charming, handsome countenance, “why is that?”
“You get annoyed by people too easily,” she went on.
“So you think I am annoyed with you right now,” I echoed, dropping into my best active listening mode and reflecting back to her what I thought she had just said.
“Clearly that is true, my dear, dear sweet man,” Señora commented, only a little sarcastically.
“Well come on down and see if the Price is Right, your turn to spin, vowels are worth double, What is sarcasm, Alex?” for some reason seemed to be the necessary, if absolutely not the appropriate response.
Growing up with four brothers, I became very good at ducking.
And so it goes.