Something outside my window is casting a rainbow on the ceiling. The subsequent conversation with Mr. Rilch was as follows:
Me: Sweetie, there’s a rainbow up here!
Him: Really?
Me: Yes, on the ceiling! Come on up and look!
Him: No, thanks.
Me: Come on!
Him: No, I’m doing this. (Pause) Oh, I see it. Cool.
Note: We have a two-story apartment. The office is a loft, and one can see into it, after a fashion, from the living room. I ran downstairs and looked up from his perspective; I couldn’t see the rainbow or even that part of the ceiling.
Me: [glare]
Him: [chuckle]
Me: Come on and look!
Him: I’m busy…[hem haw] Oh, all right.
[On the stairs]Him: Oh, I see it! Ha ha, all right.
[In the office]Me: There! See?
Him: No.
Me: There it is! See? By the smoke detector! Oh, no, the sun’s blocked. Oh, there it is again!
Him: I don’t see it.
Me: Oh, the sun’s blocked–no, there it is!
Him: I don’t see it at all.
Me: It’s right there!
Him: [standing by window] I don’t see it.
Me: Because you’re blocking the light, you yutz!
Him: Who you calling a–oh, I see it! That’s cool. [walking downstairs] I’ll yutz you!