so damn smart

i’m having the single worst hair day on the face of the planet. it’s practically impossible that anyone could have be having a worse hair than me today. it’s nice and soft, but it’s damn unruly. of course, this doesn’t matter much in the big scheme of things, but it’s the trivialities of my life which keep my loyal readers coming back for more. right?
i returned a phone call the other day:
me: you rang?
him: yes, i did.
me: what can i do you for?
him: i don’t need you anymore.
me: gee, thanks.
him: i needed to know how to spell “minutia”; but i looked it up online.
me: minutia… m-i-n-u-t-i-a.
him: did you do that off the top of your head?
me: yeah. this isn’t for work, is it?
him: oh. no! something else.
me: so, why would you phone me for this?
him: i don’t know, you just seemed like a speller. that’s right, by the way.
me: of course it is.