“I started competing in math around eighth grade,” my husband explained. “There was this Amish girl, she was studying real hard. She wanted to learn all she could because she was not going to be able to go to school past eighth grade. So she was really working hard, and beating me.
I got sick of it so I started to compete with her, I started kicking her ass. I gave her a hard time about it too. I’d be real close…like she’d get an A and I’d get an A +. Too bad you’re such a dumb ass, I’d tell her.”
“She say anything to you?”
“No, she couldn’t swear or anything. But it was real close. Like she’d get an A+, I’d get an A++. They had an extra credit question for the + and it would be tricky. One time, I got an A- and she got an A. I didn’t like that one bit.”
“Did she say anything to you?”
“Yeah. What? Did you stay out too late with your friends last night, she said. Living your debauched lifestyle?”