The banker is talking to my husband on the phone about drawing up the deed for our new house, considering the ways she might go about listing us as joint owners.
Her: “There are several options for people in your situation.”
Him: “Our situation?”
Say, Irish people who like forest green walls marrying French Canadians who prefer taupe?
Her: “Well, people who aren’t married.”
Him: “We’ve been married for 17 years.”
Her (confused): “Oh. But you have different last names.”