So, the HLDW* and I are driving home this evening after dinner (I had a great Cuban Torta by the by) and she is telling me something about her budding social media business. She is planning some events for a friend of ours that own's a jewelry store and she was telling me about some upcoming things.
HLDW, "... and in November we're going to have a Men's event."
Rhino, "You should talk to the cigar shop about holding it as a co-event." (There is a cigar shop a few doors down from the jewelry store).
HLDW, "We already thought of doing that. I told you about that before."
Rhino, "I didn't remember."
HLDW, "Why don't you remember stuff? I remember all of the stuff you tell me."
Rhino, "That is because I deliver my stuff in small, quality-filled packets that are easily retained. If I were to remember everything that you tell me my hard drive capacity would be overwhelmed."
HLDW, "Are you saying that what I say isn't quality?"
Rhino, "Not at all. What I'm saying is that you say a lot of things, some of which are quality, but the sheer quantity of stuff forces me to sift through it all and discard that which isn't quality thereby ensuring that I retain enough brain capacity to continue my autonomic functions."
HLDW, "Oh, so I talk to much?"
Rhino, "I'm not saying that either. I suspect that you talk an average amount for an intelligent, well spoken woman."
HLDW, "So, the average woman speaks to much and what she does say has a low degree of quality - is that what you are saying?"
Rhino, "I didn't say that, and, most fortuitously for me, I don't need to now as you just did. However, I am forced to concur with your well thought out position in this matter."
HLDW, "You are such a smart-ass."
Rhino, "But I will remember your quality assessment of the quantitative versus qualitative aspects of female speaking."
It is good to be the qualitatively loquacious Rhino.
*Hippie Liberal Douche Wife