The Boffin and I made a pit stop at our local Binny’s, and we were staring at the pricey liquor in the display cabinet.
“I don’t have any cognac.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I don’t have any cognac because I prefer Armagnac.”
I just stared at him, wondering where this was going.
The Boffin wanders off to look at wine.
“I don’t have a Ferrari either,” he called out to me.
I catch up with him in the Merlots because I really did not want to shout out to everyone about how I really felt from across the store.
“And you don’t have chlamydia either. What is the point of this conversation?”
The Boffin didn’t feel the need to continue his list after that.