I'm Officially Old

Mark and I had this conversation in the car today:

Mark: "You know what? Maybe we should start bringing plastic cups with us when we travel."

"Why would we start bringing plastic cups with us when we travel?"

"Because then we wouldn't have to use the glasses in the hotel rooms."

"Oh, right, because of that thing I read. That they don't really wash them, just swab them out with the cleaning rag."

"Right. We could bring plastic cups, and then we could use those instead."

"Sounds great." (Pause.) "You know, maybe what we should really do is start keeping a sleeve of plastic cups in the car. Then they could be called into service on any number of occasions."

"That sounds really good."

Then we high fived. Ok, we didn't. This isn't even a verbatim transcript; I added in a little bit of the dreaded DAE (dialogue as exposition) to catch you up on our previous marital conversations. But I think it's pretty clear that any days we had as a young, hip couple are officially in the past.


Becky said...

Love it, and the DAE. But OMG, what's this about the hotel glasses?

Jane said...

Sorry, Becky. I think I could have lived a happier life if I had never read about the hotel glasses. And now here I am passing the burden on to you.

But think about it: the maid's cart never has fresh glasses waiting to be placed, or dirty glasses waiting to be taken downstairs, does it? So, I guess that was a tip off.