There are certain observations Antonio or I will make in the other’s presence that never fail to trigger a lightly combative response, which usually takes the form of a parting shot as one of us exits the room. These little skirmishes often go to cultural ideas about everyday well-being. We’ve been having the same arguments for almost two decades now.
The below might be considered a kind of prologue to a post that’ll follow later this week.
4 arguments I will never win
It’s not “the influenza”; it’s allergies.
Sleeping with the window open is not responsible for my root canal.
A little yogurt, some lentils, and a brisk stroll will not stop my violent vomiting.
A wet bathing suit on a scorching beach will not hasten your demise or give you the influenza.