The banker is talking to my husband on the phone about drawing up the deed for our new house, the ways she might go about listing us as joint owners.
Her: “There are several options for people in your situation.”
Him: “Our situation?” Say, Irish people who like forest green walls marrying French Canadians who prefer taupe? Husbands who eat pigs-in-blankets sharing a refrigerator with wives who juice kale?
Her: “Well, people who aren’t married.”
Him: “We’ve been married for 17 years.”
Her (confused): “Oh. But you have different last names.”
Published on September 29, 2015 10:46