Not actually a shower thought; this occurred while waiting in line to cross the border from Canada back to the US. In fact, I had a double “I told you so” for my wife in that line, and she clearly knew it. The past 3 years we’ve visited my wife’s parents over the holidays but I’ve always said I want to get back across the border before New Year’s Day in part because traffic would be better, but this year with the dates she convinced me and insisted we never have to wait at Champlain so it would be fine. As we approached the border and message signs announced waits exceeding an hour I had my first one. Then as we were waiting in line I noticed there was basically no line for the NEXUS lane, which I’ve been pushing for years but she felt we didn’t need because the application sounded complicated and “we never have to wait” at border crossings.
Yeah, but you gotta look smug.
“Oh, me? I didn’t say anything!”
“You know damn well what you want to say! Go ahead! Say it! Say what you want!”
“I’m sure I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.”
With your nose in the air, and a grin on your face.
“Heavens to betsy, I do declaire the wait at this border is quite high, wouldn’t you saaaaaaaay dear?”
I don’t know why I envision you, regardless of gender, transitioning more and more into a victorian era elitist woman.
Wearing one of those big poofy dresses that gets real skinny at the waist, but then balloons at the hips, like there’s a hula hoop under her dress. That sort of thing.