When I came home from work yesterday, I was telling Henry how I taught Kim to say ‘two thousand double quad’ (she won’t say it).
"Is that even right?" he asked. "I mean, couldn’t that actually mean 2044?"
"No!" I cried, blood rising to my face. "Four doubled is eight! Double quad!"
But he kept going on, analyzing it from every angle. "I knew there’d be one motherfucker in the crowd who had to question it…." I muttered in defeat.
"And I’m that motherfucker, yay!" Henry cheered, before leaving for work.