Last week, I got J to accompany me to Macy's to return two things from the week before. He firmly, but politely, gave me five additional minutes to shop. He wears a watch and will time things.
We strolled around. I found myself standing at a rack of coats and told J he knew of the designer. He rolled his eyes, as if that weren't the truth.
I said, "You know on Project Runway, the first judge is a man. He sits on the far right. His name is Michael Kors," as I gestured to the sign above the coats.
J's reaction shocked me. He gasped when I said Michael Kors and his mouth dropped open as his eyes got a little glassy. He slowly reached up and gently stroked the sleeve of the coat on display as if Michael Kors had sewn it himself.
J was suitably impressed and he felt privileged to touch greatness. I was incredulous that he cared. Maybe he'll be a contestant on Project Runway 2020.