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fun with words
Mar. 14th, 2007 | 10:42 am
This morning, I heard someone use the word “uxorious” in casual conversation, and it brought back fond memories.
Specifically, memories of one summer in college I spent unloading trucks. One of the other guys had a particularly clingy wife. He was forever going home early because his wife had a headache, or his wife heard a noise in the basement, or his wife saw a rat in the kitchen. Since his workload usually got farmed out to me, this became rather annoying.
Finally, one day he went home early because his wife had a cold.
“Dude,” said I, “you are possibly the most uxorious fellow I’ve ever met.”
This puzzled him. “What does that mean?”
“Since you’re going home anyway,” I suggested, “why not look it up?”
So he went home. The next day he came into work with an expression of considerable consternation, came up to me, and said:
“That is NOT! FUNNY!”
Great fun. Great fun.
-JM
Specifically, memories of one summer in college I spent unloading trucks. One of the other guys had a particularly clingy wife. He was forever going home early because his wife had a headache, or his wife heard a noise in the basement, or his wife saw a rat in the kitchen. Since his workload usually got farmed out to me, this became rather annoying.
Finally, one day he went home early because his wife had a cold.
“Dude,” said I, “you are possibly the most uxorious fellow I’ve ever met.”
This puzzled him. “What does that mean?”
“Since you’re going home anyway,” I suggested, “why not look it up?”
So he went home. The next day he came into work with an expression of considerable consternation, came up to me, and said:
“That is NOT! FUNNY!”
Great fun. Great fun.
-JM