Electrolicious

A: Do you ever feel like our relationship is fragile?
A: No. Do you?
A: No. Does that mean we take it for granted?
A: I don’t think so. We both take a lot of time to make sure the other feels appreciated.
A: …Like how you bring me tea and kisses in bed every morning?
A: Exactly.

Last year I watched this video and laughed and laughed and laughed. This is my response.

Our condo faces onto a courtyard, and when the windows are open there’s definitely a little Melrose Place action that happens. We hear neighbors coming and going, having sex, spanking each other, etc. It’s always entertaining.

We can also hear the callbox at the front gate. Monday night, this is what Dre and I heard, as we sat on the couch staring each other silently with wide eyes that said, “Don’t start laughing! They’ll hear you!”

RING RING
Male resident’s voice over callbox: Hello?
Male guest at gate [coyly]: Are you decent?
Resident: …Uh, who is this?
Guest: Oh no, I totally dialed the wrong unit!
Resident: Uh, ok.

RING RING
Different male resident’s voice over callbox: …There you are!
Guest [uses exact same line!]: Are you decent?
[sound of gate being unlocked]

“Nancy?” the nurse called into the waiting room, standing at the door with a chart in her hand.

There was silence.

“Did you mean Nance,” a woman said from a chair. It wasn’t really a question. More like an accusation.

The nurse checked her chart. “Last name Smith?”

“… Smits,” the patient corrected between clenched teeth, as she got up and headed for the open door. The nurse checked her chart again. “Yes, I see. Smits. Sorry.”

As she walked through the door, the patient hissed dismissively at the nurse, “And it’s Nance.”

And I thought to myself, it must be so painful being that unhappy.

(PS: Names have be changed slightly to protect the grumpy.)