@racheylou - here’s one for you: after playing bridge at the community centre the other night I’m in the parking lot and the lights flash on this dark SUV (like, when you push ‘unlock’ on the key fob) so I open the door and get in.
DH calls out: ‘wrong car! Over here, Carla!’.
Meanwhile a guy with a gym bag and badminton racket comes up to the car I’m now getting out of, and says: ‘that’s okay. You can come home with me!’
I ask him: ‘do you play bridge?’
He answers: ‘do you play badminton?’
I went home with DH.