grandma: “I just had a fashion/clothing question for you, but I can call back later.”
me: “Why don’t you go ahead and ask me?”
I find the conversation that ensued wonderfully funny because it is a well-documented and well-known phenomenon that I am incapable of matching. Occasionally, when I think I have it down, I’ll ask my mom what she thinks and she’ll say, “You know you don’t care if you match, so why are you asking?”
“Does this go?” must always be met with, “Does it matter?”
So my grandmother asking me what belt she should wear with an outfit only profited a great spew of every belt I could possibly imagine. “Cream colored crochet, brown woven leather…” “So, probably not metal?”
“Oh, metal, too.”