Wife and I are both at work. She rings me.
WIFE: Hey. A guy here has two good tickets to a Houston, Texans football game next month. A Sunday in October. Want to go?
ME: Ummmmm.
ME: Ummmm. That’s pro, right?
WIFE: Of course.
ME: Ummm, well, no, not really.
WIFE: Really?
ME: Yeah. I have no desire in seeing a pro football game. Momma knows Daddy only likes to watch LSU college football. And tennis. And motocross.
WIFE: But the tickets are free?
ME: Well, frankly, I’d rather sit at home and read a book.
WIFE: You’re so boring.
ME: Look, go marry some neanderthal jock if that’s what you want. Anyway, I’ll go with you if you want. I don’t mind. But you asked me if I wanted to go. I have no positive, independent desire to go, but I’ll go with you as a favor if you want.
WIFE: They are good seats.
ME: Okay. Maybe we can leave early.
WIFE: Sure.
ME: Maybe we could bring Mr. Bean? (i.e., Ethan, aka Butterbean)
WIFE: Uhhh, I guess. I don’t see why not. I don’t think a baby needs his own ticket, does he?
ME: I dunno. We can try it.
ME: Alright. Let’s do it. I’m pumped up. Really. Rah rah.
