Last night, I had dinner with some friends. Z made us lasagna, which was really good. He was talking about the work he had done that day, he and his brother are re-doing someone's deck. Apparently somebody built the thing partly out of fiber-board, which is ridiculous for an outside deck. His brother makes some comment about how they must have built it just for them (to fix). Z says, "I don't think he built the deck. He's owned the house since he bought it." Umm, yeah. That makes total sense.
I look around at the others sitting at the table, waiting for some comment on what he just said, but I was the only one who caught it. Yeah. Good times.