Here’s a short little conversation I dreamed up in my head between an imaginary editor and her husband. Hope you enjoy it.
The Setting: A female editor and her husband are out on a Saturday night for a nice meal at a fancy restaurant.
Editor: [politely sips a spoonful of soup] Mmmm. Perfect. So how’s your sirloin, dear?
Husband: Oh it’s wonderful. Very tasty. Soft as butter and practically melts in your mouth.
Editor: [drops spoon, which clangs against bowl] Seriously Stan? You’re using “telling” again and then you follow that up with two badly overused physical clichés. Dig deeper and SHOW me how you feel about that steak.
Husband: [Swallows deliberately and raises hand.] Check please.
This made me chuckle. It also makes me feel sympathy for editors…and their significant others.
All the best,