A few weeks ago, I took my oldest son to the airport. As we headed to the terminals we saw all these signs directing traffic to a “special event”. My son and I both have a rather silly and unusual sense of humor. When I saw the random sign, we had to be silly. This is an actual conversation that developed in a thick Russian accent with plenty of hand gestures.
Me: who has a special event at the airport?
Son: maybe someone important is landing.
Me: who could it be?
Son: maybe it’s Vladimir Putin!
Me: what would Vladimir Putin be doing in Houston?
Son: I think he wants to Annex Texas for Russia.
Me: well, that only makes sense. After all (insert Russian accent) Russians talk funny—Texans talk funny. Match made in heaven.
Son: (big Russian accent) Russians make Vodka–Texans make Vodka. Match made in heaven.
Me. Russians drill oil—Texans drill oil. Match made in Heaven.
Son: Russians have space program–Texans have space program. Match made in heaven.
Me: Russians love socialism–Texans love freedom?
Son: Houston, we have a problem.