And the conversation went as follows
K - I think we should go out to dinner
L - Since I began in the kitchen at 6 this morning, I think that is a good bet
L - (Keep in mind we have exactly ONE restaurant in the Village) "What do you think about Bitar's"
K - Oh OK. Do I need to change?
L - Are you planning to sit alone?
K - (wait for it) "Whaddya mean"
L - (the look on the face did not require additional words)
K - Guess I'll be changing now.
As far as I can recall, there has not been a day in this marriage that has not, at one point or another, resulted in "Whaddya mean?". It appears my communication skills are not improving with age.
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