My husband and I went to dinner last night. I had just done an impression of someone (I forget who) and it was really good. Except that Esteban didn’t even blink. And I was like ‘You don’t even appreciate my (whomever) impression!’
He replied, ‘You’re right. I didn’t. I think I’m just stunned by its brilliance and can only sit here and genuflect. In fact, I may have to wait until later, when I’m alone, to fully savor what was indeed a very satisfying impression of (whomever’ gah, that’s killing me!)’
I sat there, scorched. Finally I responded, ‘You know, this is my karmic comeuppance, for being a sarcastic whippet for the last fifteen years while you’ve sat by my knee, studying the ways to best take me down. I have obviously taught you well.’
Esteban laughed. ‘Oh, so I’m your novice now? Ha. I am so not your pupil.’
I replied, ‘Oh yes you are. Always two there are, no less, one’s the master’ and you’re the apprentice’ suck it.’ He had nothing to say, because he was smirking, so I said ‘Look, dork boy ( a term of endearment, believe it or not), I even quoted Star Wars for you.’
He then delivered the death blow.
‘Oh, no. I think you quoted Star Wars for YOU.’
And what can one say to that, I ask you. What. Nothing. Nothing at all.
Well played, Esteban. Well played.
