“Liz-isms”

So, Liz and I would be watching a movie together. The protagonist in the movie (a man) would stop at a disco on his way home from work. He would be just a dancing and drinking with other women and having a grand old time, a John Travolta wannabe.

Forgetting how late it had become, he would call his wife and make up a really good lie as to why he was working late. Back then (in the 70’s disco craze) there were phones in the men’s bathroom with different sound effects: office noises, mechanical shop sounds, and the like. (I kid you not) at least that’s what I’ve heard. LOL.

Soon, I would notice Liz sort of glaring at me. So, I would say: “what’s wrong?” to which I would get no answer and she would look back at the TV. Later I would notice her glaring at me again after this same guy came home reeking of perfume and alcohol. So, the slow and dim-witted man that I am asks, “are you mad at me because that guy on TV is lying to his wife?” Then, slow and dim-witted me continues with, “that’s on TV baby, that’s not me.”

Still glaring at me, she answers rather loudly, “I know that guy is not you Dennis” (she only called me “Dennis” when she was mad.) “I know it may not (actually) be you Dennis, but that’s just the kind of thing you might do.”

I loved her anyway and all who met her did too.