The Junction
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The Junction

Conversation with My Wife (72)

“You’re goin’ down / You’re yellin’ Tinderrrrrrr…”

Deb is out of town for a few days. So I’m driving her to the airport at zero-dark-thirty, and we’re a little punchy.

DEB: You’ll take care of yourself, right?

ME: Yes, m’love. It’s not like I’m going to be throwing parties or anything.

DEB: I know, honey. You aren’t the type to start using Timber when his wife is out of town.

Silence.

ME: You mean Tinder?

DEB: The dating app thingie. Where you swipe.

ME: That’s Tinder. You were thinking of the song, “Timber.”

Silence.

DEB: There’s a song called “Timber”? Like a love song?*

ME: (thinking of appropriate words to describe a song that would NOT be tagged Love Song) Uhhhhh…

DEB: (sing-song voice) I’m falling for you, my lumberjack of love!

ME: Okay, no, that’s… actually, though, I kind of like that.**

DEB: So how do you know all about this app?

ME: Everybody knows about it, honey.

DEB: I don’t! (valid point) So, on Timber or Tinder or whatever the app is called, do you swipe left or right when you like someone?

ME: I have no idea.

DEB: Right answer, honey!

*Deb is not up on current pop songs, where “current” means “anything written this century.” As opposed to me, who has a vague notion of the current Top 40. Some, anyway. (Top 40 is still a thing, right?)

**Anybody looking for a poetry prompt? Tre? Terijo? Danna? Anna? “Love me like a lumberjack of Love!” Heath? Picture Hannah with a buzzsaw.

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Jack Herlocker

Jack Herlocker

Husband & retiree. Developer, tech writer, & IT geek. I fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches. Occasionally do weird & goofy things.