This man does not like his apartment complex. There are RUDE PEOPLE in the building, and CARS TOWED JUST BECAUSE and THE MAINTENANCE people come in with no warning. But most importantly:
I have mole growing around my bat tub, the maintenance told me it's not mole and just cocked it well it came back IT'S MOLE!
For the past two days, Steve has been treated to frequent faux-exasperated expostulations from my corner:
"Well, hell. IT'S MOLE."
"Take my word for it, IT'S MOLE."
"IT'S MOLE, okay, it's fucking MOLE."
Oddly, he seems to like it. Just before bed last night, I broke into his reverie. "For fuck's sake!" I said angrily. "Guess what."
He looked up, startled and concerned. I glared. He stared. Then an expression of great joy lit up his face. "It's mole!" he exclaimed. "Yes!" I said. "It's mole!"
Do you think he'll cock it?