uberreiniger | The only thing it was missing was a redhead...

Tonight I found myself sitting in the green room tonight at rehearsal alongside the gorgeous young woman who plays the female lead in our show. We were examining the insert for the show's program on which was printed the breakdown of acts, scenes and intermissions. Paula, (the lady in question,) expressed dismay that half of the text in the rectangular box was in one font size, the rest of it in a smaller font size. I began to postulate that it was likely due to the fact that had it all been kept the larger font size, the text would not have all fit into the box, whereas making it all the smaller font size would have left lots of unsightly blank space within the box. She accepts this explanation, but states that she really just perfers for things to be uniform. Understandable.

Across the room, people begin to take interest in our conversation and ask what Paula's concern is. Paula's reply is "Nothing. I'm just being anal."

"What?" Someone asks.

"I said I'm just being anal!" Paula vehemently replies.

A third person inquires, to which Paula again replies. "I said I'm just being anal! Anal! Anal! Anal! Anal! Anal!"

My friends, at that moment, my mission was clear. Hearing a gorgeous, raven-haired woman of Mediterraenean descent - our persons seperated by the scantest margin of inches - use the word "anal" that many times in a rhapsodious sing-song voice meant that there was only one - and EXACTLY one - thing which it could possibly be time for...

Yes, that's right....

You guessed it...

...My Inigo Montoya impression!

"Why do you keep using that word?" I asked Paula, my Spanish inflection soft and meticulously-rehearsed. "I do no think it means what you think it means."

Hilarity ensued. Or at least it would have if Paula had not already by that time been talking with someone about something else. INCONCEIVABLE!Oh well, at least I thought it was funny.