And the evidence is right here in these fairly typical examples of the type of conversations we have every single day.

Exhibit A
The scene is a fairly normal suburban house in Adelaide, around 15 minutes walk from the nearest supermarket. There is currently no car in the driveway.

INC and Honey Bear are discussing what to cook for their nieces for dinner. It’s a warm, pleasant day in early autumn.

Honey Bear: You could buy some fish for tomorrow night, but you probably don’t want to walk for 15 minutes in the sun with the raw fish.

INC: No, you’re right. For the fish’s sake, if nothing else

Honey Bear: Did you just say ‘for the fish’s sake?’

INC: Yes.

Yes I did

Honey Bear So what, you don’t want it to be dead and hot?

INC: Sounds like hell to me.

Exhibit B
The scene is another fairly normal suburban house in Melbourne.

Honey Bear and INC are about to go out.

Honey Bear: Your T-shirt is inside out

INC: No it’s not.

Honey Bear: Yes it is.

Look, there’s the tag.

INC: Okay, that part of it is inside out

[brief pause while Honey Bear tries to decide whether there are words anywhere in the entire English language that can adequately convey the stupidity of that last statement. INC runs]

Exhibit C
The scene is the same suburban house, early in the evening.

The phone is ringing.

Phone: Ring. Ring.

Honey Bear: Hello

INC: Hi sweetie. Hey, do we still need strawberries?

Honey Bear: Yes.

Yes we do.

INC: Great, I’m at the supermarket now.

Honey Bear: What are you buying at the supermarket

INC: Strawberries.

I considered justifying that one by claiming that it was a homage to Charlie Sheen’s career defining cameo in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, but then I decided that that would be far and away the most pretentious thing I have ever said or written on this blog or anywhere ever.




I am very, very fortunate to have found and married the one woman in the world who finds this stuff funny.