Bonus: My dear friend likes to tell stories. My husband likes to derail these stories by turning her attention towards the smallest details, to take her on a goose chase that she’s both leading and following. She’ll be talking about her job and somehow by the time she’s done he’s got her talking about the size of the speed bumps in her neighborhood, while she looks around confusedly at how she’s gotten there. I swear to God if I see them talking at a party, I know he’ll have a stupid smirk on his face.