In Which I'll Never Win

The Boss was watching TV (that new show "Parenthood" on NBC, if you must know) the other night, and I looked up from the book that I was reading because one of the voices sounded a bit familiar. Upon looking, one of the actors looked a little familiar, too. I thought about it for a minute, trying to place what else I had seen the guy in. Finally, it clicked.

"Hey," I said, "that guy right there." I pointed at the screen. "He looks familiar."

"I know!" The Boss said. "I've been trying to place it all night."

Now, let it be known that The Boss prides herself as a movie/television show buff. She thinks she knows everything there is to know about almost every movie or TV show ever made. She is king (or queen, as it were) at Six Degrees Of Separation. No matter what random combination of actors or movies, she can always find a connection in no more than six steps. It's amazing and also kind of scary. I mean, just think of all the valuable brain space all that information is taking up (says the guy who knows all the words to just about every Weird Al song ever made)? 

Anyways, The Boss hemmed and hawed about what she thought the guy was in. I was pretty confident that I knew the answer, so I went for it.

"I think he played that guy named Nate, in the movie "Lucky Number Slevin". 

"No," The Boss said right away. 

A beat.

"At least I don't think so."

"I dunno," I said playfully. "I think I'm right."

She considered it for a minute, and then shook her head. "No, I don't see it."

"You don't? I bet I'm right."

She turned to look at me and smiled cockily. "You bet? What are you willing to wager?"

"If I'm wrong, I'll publicly admit that I was wrong and you were right," I said. "What about you?"

She thought for a moment, and then said, "I'll wager the same thing." 

Confident that she was right, she turned on her computer and looked the actor up. And sure enough... I was right. 

"Fuck," she said quietly. "Fuck!"

"Ha! I knew it!" I gloated. I very rarely get something past her when it comes to this sort of trivia, so I was pretty pleased with myself. I let her sulk for a few moments and nurse the bruise to her ego... but then it was time to claim my winnings.

As anyone who has been in any relationship knows, there is often the battle of who is wrong and who is right. It doesn't matter what the issue is, but there is always something. The Boss and I are no exception, but I've got no problem admitting when I'm wrong. In my life I've been more wrong than right, after all. She just doesn't like to concede when the situation comes up that I am right, no matter how trivial.

Wanting to document this momentous occasion, I pulled out my cell phone and started recording a video. If she was going to admit that I was right about something, I wanted something to remember it by, goshdarnit. 

The result:

You'd think that I was trying to get her to admit that she wears zippered-crotch panties.

Of course, after I gave up and stopped recording, she finally admitted it. But I don't have the proof.

Have a good weekend, everyone.