Ok, so Snookie and I have been together for 15 years. While we share a great many traits (odd sense of humor being the most readily apparent), we also have our share of differing tastes.
He likes Chocolate, I don’t particularly.
He bowls (or used to) I once bowled an 11 game.
I prefer Creamy Jiff peanut butter, he’s a Skippy w/nuts.
I rubber stamp, he’s allergic to gushing.
He’s an avid sci-fi/astronomy buff, I’m more into crime/criminal mysteries.
etc.
We share a house, and are preparing for the big traditional Turkey day dinner. Of course, since it’ll be just the two of us, you’d think we’d scale back, but no, we’ve got the whole turkey sitting there, a gallon of whole milk , a half gallon of skim milk, fresh veggies, dips etc. crammed into our frig. The last thing we need is ‘extra’ anything.
So, I’m in town, he’s still at home, and I realize that I"m not sure how many eggs we have on hand. I need a total of 4 to make my cranberry pies (2- one for the two of us and my son, one to give to a co-worker), and also will probably want some for breakfast etc. So I call him and ask him to check and let me know if we have less than a half dozen.
He gets into town and calls. and reports, in an odd voice “We haf four. We haf four eggs. Four”.
ummmmm, ok, honey. why are you talking like that?
And the reason??? It was an obscure reference to an episode of Star Trek The Next Generation, in which Capt. Picard was being tortured (like that helps identify the episode), by aliens (yea, yea, get to something that will help), he’s tied up (come on ), and forced to look at four lights and say how many are there… There are four lights. Four. No, say the torturers, there are five. arghhhh.
So, a simple household question is answered by a STNG reference.
It’s official.
He’s a geek.
