This past weekend while having drinks with friends, I was introduced to a man we’ll call Mick. Mick is in his late 40s or early 50s, has had a great, high flying career and is married to a woman who we’ll call Everly.
Mick walked up and introduced himself with a firm handshake, he’d had a few beers and was enjoying himself in the small group that had gathered for Friday night knock offs. He told me about his daughter, his recent health scare and his terrible, awful ogre of a wife who is making him mow the lawns this weekend.
You see, every time Everly was brought into the conversation, whether in a relevant and totally understandable way…
Me: “So what did you do over Christmas?”
Mick: “Well Everly (said in that overly dramatic way like she’s an actual troll who lives under the bridge of his world and who constantly needs to be asked permission to cross) wanted us to go to Bali and you know you shouldn’t argue with Everly.”
Or in completely irrelevant and inappropriate ways…
Friend: “So is this Coronavirus thing going to kill us all off?”
Mick: “I wish it would kill Everly off.”
Ugh.
This statement was followed by raucous guffaws from Mick, some polite laughter from some of the group, a ‘hell no’ face from me.