A conversation while getting ready for work this morning:
Scott: Hey…want to see my first Yelp review?
Katrina: We’re late. Can I see it in the car?
Two minutes later
Scott: Hey…come read this Yelp review.
Katrina: Hold your horses! I’ll read it in the car.
Scott: Want me to just read it to you?
Katrina: What did you even write a review on, anyway?
Scott: No…someone else wrote a review about me. For the dermatology clinic!
I’d mistakenly assumed Scott had taken up Yelping as an outlet for expressing his comedic opinions and charmingly cynical worldview. A review about him? Suddenly, his eagerness made much more sense.
Grinning ear to ear, he quickly shoved his phone in my face.
I couldn’t help but giggle as I looked up, only to see my husband having a total ‘Clarice loves Rudolph’ moment.
He’s been prancing around like a proud little show pony ever since.
(If show ponies had braces and spurted out lots of swear words, that is.)