This evening on the way to the climbing gym, again the same conversation when we pass the outdoor tennis courts:
me: I keep telling you, we should play tennis sometime! I’ll be all Whoosh! [I make flailing arm motions with the right arm], Swish! [flailing arm motions with the left arm]
Paolo: Topo, you don’t change hands in tennis.
me: What? Why?
Paolo: …
…. ….
[AN AIRPLANE FLIES LOW OVERHEAD]
me: … oooOhhhh. Well, whatever, we should play tennis! I’ll kick your ass! [flailing arm motions with both arms]
Paolo: [following the flailing arm potential ball trajectories with his eyes] Jesus, I just hope there’s an airline strike that day.

