Missus on point

I don’t like going out much. In fact, i never show up at a party lest i’ll have engage with people in hollow small talks. On the other hand, i love talking to my wife. That’s something that hasn’t changed in over three years now. It’s a delight to converse with her about random things. Our conversations belie our romantic shortcomings as we are both tad boring in departments most couples otherwise boast. At the end of the day, we talk about things that are mostly based on what we read or watched recently.

One such episode from the recent past is quite noteworthy, if not hilarious by all means.

Me: “If you were given a chance, would you accept the role of the POTUS?”

She: “Of course!”

Me: “You won’t be nervous or something?”

She: “Hmm… nope.”

Me: “Wow. What would be the first thing that you’d do or change on becoming the POTUS?”

She: “I’ll appoint Obama as my official advisor.”

Me: “Well, as a rule, you can’t do that as an ex-prez isn’t supposed to hold official titles.”

She: “In that case, I’d like to change that rule.”