I'm a little late to the party, but Joe's story reminded me of one of my own. Years ago when I lived and worked in San Diego, I had a colleague who was hitting the gym pretty regularly on her lunch break, then coming back to work seemingly wiped out and a bit disgruntled. One day I asked her, "Yvonne, why do you kill yourself in the gym every day, when you obviously hate it?" She replied "Well, now that I'm 40, my husband, Jurgen has threatened me that if I don't stay in shape, he will trade me in for two twenties!" I was rather shocked at this admission, until she winked at me and followed up with: "...but I told him he wasn't wired for 220." Talk about the perfect comeback :) /R Joe wrote:Reminds me of a funny story about a fellow reporter who, I'm sad to say, died about a week ago. But Ellie was bright, witty and lots of fun back then. We sat near each other at work and talked a lot. One of the things we discussed was the proper pronunciation of the planet's name, Your-anus or Yourinus. One day we were discussing whether the plural of aspirin was aspirin or aspirins. I said I'd check the huge unabridged dictionary on the other side of the newsroom. As I was walking to it, Ellie yelled, "Why don't you look up Your-anus while you're at it?" .