At 3:00 in the morning, old folks stir. Hermie gets up to take her Airbourne to stave off any possible chest cold, and I’m up to download some coffee in the middle of the night ‘cause that just what old guys do.
So, crawling back into bed, Hermie, asking about my coming to bed after she had turned in: “Honey, what time did you finally turn in last night?”
“About 12:00”
With slight reproach, she notes, “You probably watched a movie.”
“Yeah, I watched an old Star Trek movie.”
“What was it?”
Admitting it wasn’t necessarily worth a two hours out of my life, I admit, “It was about a ‘B’”
“About a bee?” she inquires.
“Yeah, about a ‘B’, I respond.
To me, she was showing surprising interest in a scifi flick and she asks, “Tell me about it!”
“Well,” I answer, it was about a possible clone of Captain Picard, and the clone’s threat to the Federation.”
“And it was about a bee?” My gosh, I think, she really is interested!
“Yeah, about a B”.
Surprisingly, she wants to know still more about a Star Trek movie of all things: “Well, tell me about it!”
I answer, surprised, “You want to know more!?”
Well, okay, “The clone was working with the Romulans, but they turned on the clone, so it all worked out and the Federation was saved.”
“But where does the bee come in?”
“Honey, it was an okay movie but it just wasn’t that great.”
“Yeah, but I still want to know about the bee.”
“Well, the special effects were okay, but the acting and story line….. I don’t know… It was just dated.”
With a little frustration, out of no-where, it seems to me, she says, “Just tell me about the buzzy bee.”
And all of a sudden the light of mutual misunderstanding dawns on us both, and we laugh and laugh.
Hermie says, “You ought to put this in the monthly contest about miscommunication.” And we fall back to sleep.
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