Some of the funniest exchanges heard anywhere occur in the halls of the
grayest of gray-suited office buildings:
He: But what do you want with me? I'm thirty years older than you!
She: Never mind that. Are you interested?
He: Thirty years ago, I would have been. Not now. I'm an old married
She: But I can make you feel like a _real_ man.
He: (snorts) Sweetie, I _have_ someone who does that.
She: Oh? How?
He: She hectors me about my weight, nags me to take out the garbage and
fix the kitchen faucet, yells at me to stop slouching, shave, and get my
elbows off the table, and complains that I never take her anywhere.
(And I thought I was the only one.)