Tales of a Sunday Afternoon

I was at Costco with Anne — who did not have to work a full eight-hour day after all, as it turns out — when she abruptly stopped in the middle of an aisle with a confused expression.

Me: What is it?

Anne (pointing to a fancy car-window ice scraper with a curved handle): “At first glance, I thought that was a Klingon bat’leth.”

< pause >

Me: You really have been around me too long, haven’t you?

 

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