This morning I was in the bathroom getting ready for the day ahead when I saw a large, very long legged spider on the floor next to me. The bolt of inspiration struck from parts beyond, and I reflexively leaned over and said in my best Paul’s grandfather’s voice: “I betchya you’re a good skimmer!”
The spider didn’t laugh. At all.
I started to worry that I had offended her with the anti-feminism reference. But maybe she had just never seen A Hard Day’s Night.