Me: You said 900.
Tony: I said 800!!
(he didn't)
Me: You said 900!
(he did)
Tony: I didn't. I was thinking 900, but I said 800.
Me: You said 900. Anyway, it was 750.
Tony: Same fing.
It's been said that my housemate could be a one man sit-com. I've forgotten hundreds of Tony moments so, mostly for my own record, I'm going to post them here, but they're good for sharing. It might seem a bit unfair, and maybe it is, but I want it to be known: I like the guy, he's welcome and comfortable in my house; but he's so odd, with an enchanting and aggravatingly childlike naivety. He's like my teenage son. My teenage, 10 years my senior, son.