Add an unsuspecting third party into the equation, though, and then things get interesting.
Case in point: Yesterday, I was out doing the usual chores while Mrs. C was getting some stuff for a small gospel concert at another church that she was asked her to sing in by a friend. I finished up my part and met her at a shoe store in the area she browsing through.
This went as you'd expect. She, being the shoe-diva that she is, basically wanted to check through the entire store, while I, being a typical husband, wanted to gouge my eyes out with some stilettos that were on display. Occasionally, she would draw my attention to a pair of shoes she wanted my opinion on, at which point, I would either try to formulate an opinion (usually in the form of a witty quip) or remind her that I was absolutely of no help in this area whatsoever.
Anyway, while we were browsing, she took a sandal from off the wall display and showed it to me, once again asking what I thought. The entire surface of this particular piece of footwear was covered in small metal sequins and when she shook it, it sounded like a bag of coins.
"How would you sneak up on your enemies with all that noise?" I said casually.
Mrs. C dismissed my question without any response other than to put the sandal back on the wall display and continue her browsing. As I said, she's accustomed to me making statements like that. There's no need for her to respond because she knows that's just me.
The girl standing behind her, however, didn't get the memo about my sense of humor.
I didn't even notice her there. Not until my wife stepped back over to the wall to put the sandal back. If the "deer-in-the-headlights" look etched on her face wasn't enough of a tip-off, her failed attempt to not look at us was a dead giveaway.
That's when I even noticed what I had said. I can only assume that the fact I had said it so casually and Mrs. C dismissed it just as casually were enough to to make her notice. This moment was precious! For the agonizing seconds she just stood there, frozen over the shoe display table she was looking through, I could almost see the thought processes firing off in her brain.
"Did he just say..? What enemies could she have to sneak up on? Who is this woman?! Should I be thinking about my enemies when I buy shoes?"
As much as I enjoyed watching her squirm, I wondered if this was one of those statements comedian, Lewis Black, was talking about that could cause a person to have a brain aneurysm if they're allowed to let their minds run with it too long. So, not wanting to be responsible for the poor girl's death (I didn't know her well enough), I decided let her off the hook. When her eyes came back from Mrs. C to me, I gave her a reassuring smile to let her know I was just joking.
Have you literally seen the weight lifting off someone? She was hunched over that table the entire time and, finally, it was like she was able to straighten up. After she recovered, she went back to her own shoe shopping while I stepped over into a nearby section that was blocked by a partition so I could laugh my ass off.
Though she was literally in the middle of the scene that had just played out, Mrs. C never noticed a thing.
"That's what you get for listening in on someone else's conversation," she said,when I told her.