Mike and Lisa are driving back from a book reading at Hollywood. Lisa has done quite well, she only get’s a little tightly wound when they are in heavy traffic, or looking for a park on sunset blvd, or turning corners (so, approximately 82% of the commute). She flinches when Mike turns into their own driveway at the end of the evening and points out a bicyclist in a panicked voice.
The following exchange ensues:
Lisa: “Sorry I’m so jumpy, I don’t know why.”
Mike: “Yes, you are a bit … skittish… in the car”
Lisa: “Yes, like an Arabian thoroughbred racing horse. A finely-tuned miracle of breeding and class.”
Mike – silent
Lisa: “Or like a donkey. A traumatized donkey who’s been frequently beaten, and exposed to too many loud tractor noises.”
Mike – silent
Lisa: “Horse or donkey?”
Mike – silent
Lisa: “Horse or donkey? HORSE or DONKEY? HORSE OR DONKEY?????”
Mike: “You see me? This is me keeping my mouth shut. This is a husband who knows a lose lose situation when he sees one.”
