He and She were (once again) driving to Honolulu on a sunny weekday morning. In a car that did not yet have its 25-foot steel beams installed. It also did not yet have a working battery installed, or … another time. He was grumbling about that, and SUVs being driven like Corvettes, and vice-presidential candidates, and debates that never end – and then he turned to Her:
He: Did you know you are my joy?
She: No; I didn’t know that you had any joy.
He: Well, now that you mention it, no. Not since we switched to using the dishwasher.
She: The dishwasher?
He: Glad to get rid of that stuff, in fact. Worked fine on the pots and pans, but smelled iffy, and tasted terrible.
She: I always preferred Dawn myself. Speaking of Sarah Palin …
He: Please don’t!
She (ignoring the interruption): … how come these dishwashing soaps all have girl’s names? Joy, Dawn, Dove … how come none of them have boy’s names?
He: You really would buy a dishwashing liquid called Seymour?
She: I don’t want to see more dishes!
He: Thought not. OK, how about this one?
She: Ewwww …
– O Ceallaigh
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