I tend to joke around a lot with most of my friends, and anyone who has known me for any extended period of time knows why I call myself a smartass at times. Not surprisingly, it's not uncommon for me to tease someone about random things. It's not malicious, just some friendly ribbing. Of course, with good friends, there are far fewer things that are off-limits, so it gets even more interesting.
Take my old friend from middle school. We're both grown men with the trappings that come with being full-blown adults now, but that doesn't stop some good-natured teasing back and forth. A few of us guys were over at his house one night, and we were generally goofing off. His wife was right there with us for most of the night, but by about midnight she complained of a combination of fatigue and not quite feeling right. Bummed that she had to leave the merry-making, we wished her a good night and turned down the volume on said merry-making (I did ask if we should just call it a night, but this plan was vetoed). Anyhow, out of concern, we asked if this was a recent illness, but our buddy waved it off as something that'd pass after some sleep. Me being me, I joked that maybe she was pregnant, and someone else immediately followed up with the "maybe it's a tumor" bit from Kindergarten Cop.
A few weeks later, my friend and I were playing basketball on the weekend. I asked if she was feeling any better, and he replied that she was still feeling a little out of it. Without any real conscious thought, I immediately quipped, "dude, what the heck did you give her?" He just looked at me funny for a second. I think he might have actually cocked his head to the side, in one of those classic I'm-trying-to-decide-what-to-make-of-this poses.
Him: "Um, she's pregnant, man."
Me: "Oh. So THAT'S what you gave her. Congrats."
Even better, my buddy confided that after we left that first night, he thought I somehow magically knew the state of his wife's womb. Since they hadn't really told anyone, this was the cause of some minor concern; they didn't want me to blab to everyone I knew. His wife, however, reassured him that I was just messing with him (female intuition or nerves of steel, you decide), and that all would be right in the world. They did finally make an announcement, too, so my insider knowledge wasn't on the inside any more.
In the end, it all worked out, and I got a funny story out of it. Still, I'm an accidental psychic. Awesome.
Take my old friend from middle school. We're both grown men with the trappings that come with being full-blown adults now, but that doesn't stop some good-natured teasing back and forth. A few of us guys were over at his house one night, and we were generally goofing off. His wife was right there with us for most of the night, but by about midnight she complained of a combination of fatigue and not quite feeling right. Bummed that she had to leave the merry-making, we wished her a good night and turned down the volume on said merry-making (I did ask if we should just call it a night, but this plan was vetoed). Anyhow, out of concern, we asked if this was a recent illness, but our buddy waved it off as something that'd pass after some sleep. Me being me, I joked that maybe she was pregnant, and someone else immediately followed up with the "maybe it's a tumor" bit from Kindergarten Cop.
A few weeks later, my friend and I were playing basketball on the weekend. I asked if she was feeling any better, and he replied that she was still feeling a little out of it. Without any real conscious thought, I immediately quipped, "dude, what the heck did you give her?" He just looked at me funny for a second. I think he might have actually cocked his head to the side, in one of those classic I'm-trying-to-decide-what-to-make-of-this poses.
Him: "Um, she's pregnant, man."
Me: "Oh. So THAT'S what you gave her. Congrats."
Even better, my buddy confided that after we left that first night, he thought I somehow magically knew the state of his wife's womb. Since they hadn't really told anyone, this was the cause of some minor concern; they didn't want me to blab to everyone I knew. His wife, however, reassured him that I was just messing with him (female intuition or nerves of steel, you decide), and that all would be right in the world. They did finally make an announcement, too, so my insider knowledge wasn't on the inside any more.
In the end, it all worked out, and I got a funny story out of it. Still, I'm an accidental psychic. Awesome.
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