Gray

The color of truth is gray.

~ Andre Gide

- - - - -

The other night we were having dinner and Granny (Leslie's mom) said, "I am going to go see that movie this weekend."

Me:  Which one?

Granny:  The really good one.

Me: 50 Shades of Grey?

Granny: (shaking her head)  No.  Did YOU see that?

Me:  No.  I didn't.

Granny: The one that's supposed to be really good.

Me:  Hot Tub Time Machine II?

Granny:  Is that a movie?

Me:  (to Leslie) Isn't that the name of it?  (Leslie nodded but in a way where she was also simultaneously shaking her head as if she couldn't believe this conversation was happening).  Of course, you might not be able to understand it without seeing Hot Tub Time Machine I.

Granny:  No.  The one.  With that guy I like.

Me:  Tom Selleck?

Leslie:  No, she means the guy who was in An Officer and a Gentleman.

Me:  Richard Gere?

Leslie & Granny:  Yes.

Me:  Oh, so you want to see The Incredible Exotic Hotel Budapest II.

Leslie:  Something like that.

Me: The Second Very Good Exciting Marigold Hotel.

Leslie:  Okay.

Me:  The Second Best Exotic Marigold Motel.

By then I was pretty sure no one was listening to me.  Which is fine.  That happens sometimes.