Isn’t the world boring enough?

So My Honey had to take a five-hour CPR class at work the other day. He claims there isn’t anyone in his shop he’d want to save, but they had the class anyway.

They learned all kinds of important live saving skills including how to use an EpiPen. Several hours in when they got

This fellow looks like a Walter or maybe Edgar.

simulate jabbing the needled pen into someone’s thigh, apparently My Honey got extra zealous with his foreman. Said foreman probably should have thought about his attitude during the week prior to the training. Just sayin’.

So I asked My Honey if they had a CPR dummy to work with.

“Yeah,” he said.

“What did you name yours?” I asked. A perfectly reasonable question says me.

He gave me that look. Ava and get it a lot. It’s a look that says, what the hell are you talking about?

“I didn’t name it.”

And this is Sheila or maybe Marge.

“What do you mean you didn’t name it? You got intimate with a CPR dummy for hours and didn’t name it? Don’t you think that’s weird?”

“No,” he said with a head shake.

“Seriously?” I’m aghast. “Ava and I would have named that thing within five seconds of meeting it.”

Really. Hello, this is Roderick, my dummy. Nice to meet you Roderick. We would have created a full story involving Roderick and then ultimately breaking up with him after we couldn’t revive him.

“One woman did. Named it George.” He said this with derision.

When I got to work I questioned people. I couldn’t believe that Ava and I are anomalies. Turns out that my assistant had CPR training and she didn’t name her dummy either.

Ava and I have come to the conclusion that some people just don’t like fun. We don’t get it.