Over the weekend, E.S. and I went to a wedding in Washington, D.C. In our hotel room the night before the event, we had the following conversation.
E.S.: I want to watch TV.
FAUSTUS: Fine by me.
E.S.: But the remote is all the way over there.
E.S.: Could you go get it for me?
FAUSTUS: You know, it used to be that when I didn’t do what you wanted you called me a brat. Now you call me a whore.
E.S.: Well, our relationship has evolved.