He: “I’m home!”

She: “Just in time. Dinner’s on the table.”

He: “You’re expecting me to shoo it off?”

She: “No, I’m expecting you to eat it.”

He: “And what is ‘it’?”

She: “Meatloaf.”

He: “But we haven’t gone anyplace! Certainly not on business.”

She: “Yes?”

He: “So you’re serving me conference food?”

She: “Of course. Your conference is with me. In your own home. We meet, and then you loaf.”

He: “You’ve been shopping for shoes, haven’t you?”

She: “Shoes?”

He: “Didn’t you just tell me you wanted me to meet loafers?”

She: “I’d tread lightly on that if I were you.”