Harold and I drove past this shop tonight, and I started giggling.
“Cato Fashions!” I laughed, “I mean, it’s no Gatsby luxury haircare, but it’s pretty great, right?”
“What?” Harold asked me. “What’s so funny about a women’s clothing chain?”
“It’s CATO FASHIONS! Do you think they sell togas with no decadent tunics underneath? Or maybe it’s outfits for NOT kissing one’s spouse in?”
Harold didn’t find it particularly funny, so I asked him if he was just being stoic. (Because I am hilarious.) He didn’t laugh at that, either, but he swung around so I could take a picture (because he loves me).
“Oooh, maybe he set up the whole store to catch wealthy women breaking the Lex Voconia!” I continued to crack myself up, and Harold continued to humour me for the rest of the drive.
When I was in college, people used to ask me all the time what I was going to do with a degree in classics. The answer is that I’ll use it over and over to make my life funny and awesome.