THE HUSBAND is walking past Bluebird’s office.
The Husband: I only eat foods that rhyme with the word “Gymboree.”
Bluebird: Oh… wow.
The Husband is slapping his own hips.
Bluebird: What the—?
The Husband: Hip bongos!
Bluebird: I give up.
THE HUSBAND is cutting onions in the kitchen again.
The Husband: Is passionado* a word?
The Husband: Passioneer?
The Husband: BANJO!
(Bluebird stares at him hard. The Husband shrugs.)
THE HUSBAND just walked into Bluebird’s office.
The Husband: I have to read a story by Jorge Luis Borges for one of my classes.
Bluebird: (Not paying attention.) Uh huh?
The Husband: It’s a long story. It’s a smörgåsbord of Borges. A smörgås-Borges.
Bluebird: You really are… something else.
*An astute friend of mine pointed out that apassionato is a word. That means The Husband was only a banjo away from a right answer.