When looking for places to stay for a short while in Oxford:
“Oh wow. This place has that old-fashioned electricity system . . . [and after a blank look from me] . . . where you feed coins into the meter.”
[At my look of horror]: “This is your chance to get a bargain!” [a low blow, since he knows I’m cheap when it comes to hotels]
After a few emphatic headshakes he gave up. Maybe it’s time he starts laundering Katherine’s diapers every other day. Clearly we need to get our priorities in sync.