PONTILICIOUS: Yes, I’d like to pay our auto insurance premium. Our account number? Shoot. I don’t have the bill in front of me. (slight pause). Wait. Let me see if I can remember it from last time. (randomly shoots off some long ass string of numbers). Is that right? (they say yes) Wow! That’s good.
ME: (interrupting) You’re really good with numbers.
PONTILICIOUS: I know I am. Isn’t that weird?
ME: No. I think it’s awesome. You should do something with numbers; like be a financial analyst or accountant. Or bet on horses full-time.
PONTILICIOUS: I should do something like that!
ME: Why are you so good at remembering random numbers?
PONTILICIOUS: I don’t know.
ME: Maybe you’re a savant.
PONTILICIOUS: I’m not a savant. What the hell.
ME: Okay. Maybe you’re just the idiot part. (now bent over dying laughing)
PONTILICIOUS: Thanks. The customer service rep just heard this whole conversation and had to put me on hold she was laughing so hard.
ME: I love you, Rainman. (continuing to laugh so hard tears are flowing)
This post is not meant to offend or cause harm. It was a lighthearted moment between me and my husband. Take it with a grain of salt. 😉