“My sister bought a mask that’s decorated with rhinestones! It’s made in Ukraine!” I tell my husband.
“Mask?” he asks. “What kind of a mask? A cosmetic mask?”
I’m guessing he’s the only person on the planet who is not in a vegetative state to have no current frame of reference for the word “mask.”
I have no idea why but I find it extremely attractive that he’s so different from me.