Did I marry a spy?
Saturday, July 18th, 2009I have been married for a little over three months now, and have found marriage to be wonderful in about a zillion different ways. The wonderful woman who is now my wife is a joy to be around, all the time. But last night, I found out there may be more to the story… *queue ominous music*
Last night, after I got home from work, I answered a call on my wife’s cell phone. There was a woman’s voice on the other end, asking for my wife, and indicating that she was calling in regards to Azure Standard.
I thought about that for a second, and gave the most brilliant, well-reasoned response my brain could come up with: “You’re calling about what?”
The reply came back, indicating I had heard correctly the first time - Azure Standard. A bit perplexed at this bit of indecipherable code, I turned the phone over to the owner of said cell phone. As I handed it over, I couldn’t help but wonder if that was Code Azure Standard, or Mission Azure Standard, or Operation Azure Standard, or what on earth I was dealing with here.
That line of thinking was magnified when my wife’s first question was “Can you tell me about the Fresno drop point?”
And was that just a hint of a Russian accent I was hearing?????
Well, as it turns out, I didn’t marry a spy. I married a baker, and bakers need this thing called “wheat.” Apparently it’s cheaper in bulk - enter Azure Standard.