. . . from a while ago.
Brennig's blog today reminded me of one of those situations. Years ago, I was sitting on the side of the pool with a couple of friends of mine. These friends had just been introduced to each other.
Friend #1, upon seeing a
Friend #2: I'm the guy to ask . . . she's my wife.
Friend #1 pushed off the edge of the pool and slowly sunk from sight. I assume he eventually came up for air, because I saw him at work the next Monday.