Setting: The dinner table, two nights ago.
Fletch: Did you get the mail today?
Me: (gesturing at a pile) Yeah, it's over there.
Fletch: Anything good?
Me: Nah, just a bunch of catalogs.
Fletch: Which ones?
Me: Um, L.L. Bean, Jackson Perkins, and Harry & David.
Fletch: Hmm. (picks up catalogs, thumbs through them, then pushes them aside) You know, somewhere there's a marketing database that believes we're both sixty years old.
