PG and I went to his local pub for dinner. There were only a few empty tables, so as soon as we spotted one, we quickly headed toward it.
It was a round bar-type table, with four tall chairs. Before taking off my jacket and sitting down, I went to sling my purse over the back of one of the chairs. I missed. My purse went crashing to the floor. (Apparently my purse is quite heavy, which would account for the rather loud crashing noise.)
As I usually do when I do something silly, I stood there staring stupidly at the purse that was not where I had intended it to be. A second or two later, from the table behind me, I heard a man’s voice.
“And it was that lack of skill that prevented her from having a brilliant career in the National Hockey League,” he intoned gravely.
It took me another second before I realized that he was talking about me.
I turned around, giggling, and made some lame reply like, “Yeah, that’s for sure!” (I’m pretty witty, aren’t I?) Then I turned back to PG and carefully settled myself – and my purse – on my chair.
It’s a lot funnier being mocked by a perfect stranger than it is by one’s significant other.