chicago '08

at the mexican restaurant where we often eat dinner on weeknights, there is a box trivia cards on each of the tables. after the hostess seats us and leaves the room, Hugsband runs from table to table and gathers all of the cards from the blue deck, the original trivial pursuit deck, and replaces them with whatever crappy cards were our table to begin with (baby boomer, usually). we then read each other questions while waiting for our food.

in this context, the following interaction transpired:

me- what's the capital of switzerland?

him- (very long pause) uh, oslo?

me- nope. that's norway.

him- what?! that's the name of a city? norway, are you sure?

me- no, oslo is in norway.

him- and it's a city in switzerland?

me- no, oslo is in a different country and that country is called norway. I think the answer is zurich. (looking at back of card) no, it's bern.

him- did you say 'burn'? like you knew zurich so you totally burned me?

me- yes