Me (coming into kitchen): "I just took an IQ test and I'm "smart". I'm very proud of that. I scored a 130, whatever that means. Well, it says I was "smart" so obviously that is what it means."
Tom (thumbing through a book): "Have you read this?"
Me: "Yes, well, I am reading it. I'm reading it now. I'm not quite halfway through."
Tom: "Is it any good? It looks good."
Me: "Yes, I'm enjoying it. (Gets a cup out, opens refrigerator to get ice) I don't quite like the whole death as a narrator, but the rest of it is good. It was made into a movie."
Tom: "It was?"
Me: "That's why I'm reading it. I found it in a book store and then saw that it was made into a movie." (Notices ice machine is once again clogged) "Oh, my god! This thing drives me crazy. Why is it doing this?" (Removes ice container) "And why am I always the one who has to deal with this? Why can't someone else see that this needs tending to?"
Tom: "Because you're the one with the high IQ. You're smart."
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