"Hey babe, did you ask Lindsey to go to the fair with us?" Chris asked after he got home from work yesterday.
"Yeah" I replied.
He started to walk down the hallway then backtracked, "What exactly did you say?"
"I said we were going to the fair Thursday" I said.
"Where's the invitation in that?"
"Isn't it implied?" I asked.
"There needs to be an actual invitation."
"Why would I say we were going to the fair and there be no implied invitation?!? That would be rude." I said.
"You still need to ask. Ok. Let's try this another way. Let's say your sister calls and says she's stopping at the grocery store..."
"I'd ask her for milk" I say quickly.
"But she didn't ask if you needed anything"
"Why else would she say she was going to the store?!?"
"Because she's being conversational. That's what normal people do."
"That doesn't make sense. We aren't conversational. She'd say 'store' I'd say 'milk'. Bam. Phone call over" I said matter-of-factly.
"Like me, Lindsey married into this nut-job family. We need translators. I think learning Klingon would be easier than trying to understand the way your family communicates." he said eyeing our dining room wall as if debating whether or not to start hitting his head against it.
"I'll prove you wrong. Guaranteed she knows she was invited. I'll put 10 bucks on it." I said, cocky.
This morning I am $10 poorer.
But! When asked the same question, my brother looked at me confused. "Well, yeah. You said you were going to the fair. Isn't the invitation implied?!?"