My friend Shannon and I recently had the following e-mail exchange while setting up a play date for our kids. Usually I find that it doesn't matter that I'm a man and most of my friends are women. Such is life for a stay-at-home dad. But occasionally I do run into behavior that would never be condoned in a traditional workplace.
Shannon: Let me know what works. You all are welcome here, if we are alternating houses. If it's easier for you for us to come over, that's fine, too. I liked the scenery last time I left...below the bluffs, or whatever all that is, there were 3 very cut men out for their run. Not bad...
Me: Then by all means, you should come this way. And you should definitely stay for lunch. Show up whenever you like. It is true that a pack of steroid using neanderthals runs daily in these parts. People often remark on their shriveled testicles and thick skulls, but I guess if that's your thing... .
Shannon: We'll be over around 10:30 or so. Depends on the level of cooperation I am getting. Do you have a pair of binoculars I could borrow for the drive home? I didn't get that great of a look last time.
Me: Obviously you did not get a good look. For if you had, you would have noticed that, in these days of ipods that weigh mere ounces, they listen to a clunky old boombox that is so heavy they are forced to push it in a baby stroller. Still, I do not have binoculars you can use for your boorish delight! I cannot in good conscience condone that behavior. Those creatures are not pieces of meat. They are very nearly human!