My wife and Guster

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I had to post this somewhere...

My wife typically doesn't care for my music, and I don't really care
for hers. We try to keep it friendly. But to compensate for this
basic imcompatibility, we make little musical jabs at each other when
we can. Our favorite way is to pretend the other's musical preferences
are so tasteless/meaningless that details aren't worth remembering.

Well, I bought us tickets to an upcoming Guster show, and I've been
hearing it from her. These are all direct quotes from the last few
weeks:

Her: "How much did the Duster tickets cost?"
Me: "Umm, you mean Guster."
Her: "Yeah, whatever."

Her: "Have you found someone to watch the kids during the Mustard
show?"
Me: "Umm, you mean Guster."
Her: "Yeah, whatever."

Her: "Where do you keep your Buster CDs? I want to know if the show
is worth going to."
Me: "Guster! And you can't have them."
Her: "Yeah, whatever."

And it doesn't stop. I'll be getting this treatment until a few days
after the show.