Twisters

He used every word in his massive lexicon to describe the wine. And then he waited, anticipating her reaction. I’m more into beer, she said.

The weatherman forecasts sunny weather and I high five my wife and she says, I don’t know, and I reply, I don’t know you, but not ironically.

He emerges from the washroom, shaken. Weak. Are you ok? she asks him. She puts a hand on his forehead. My love isn’t strong enough, she says.

I drove slowly. Others honked at me so I drove slower still. You are so passive aggressive, my wife said, squeezing her legs together harder.