Life’s been fairly boring in the foggy world here. Yesterday, my boyfriend (aka Mr. Velicoraptor) had game night at his house. Before we started playing, his friend (“John”) was enthusing about his ancestry/genealogy search to me and “Jacob”.
John: It’s amazing how many ancestors I have! They’re all over the place!
Me, with enthusiasm: I bet if you went ten generations back, you would have at least a thousand!
John, with a big smile: I probably would!
Jacob glares at me and shakes his head.
Me: Whaaaa? What did I do?
John: What’s going on?
Jacob: John, you’ve just been condescendingly mathed.
For the record, it wasn’t condescending. It was dry wit mixed with evil, shaken, not stirred.