Primo: I have something to ask you, but if you don't want to do it, it's totally OK. I will completely understand.
Primo: I have to ask you. I have to be a good foot soldier of The Movement.
Primo: Would you mind if people working on the election [next Tuesday] stayed at our house? They need places for out-of-town workers to sleep.
Let me interject here and note that last week, after reading in the church bulletin that they needed places for teenagers for some music thing to stay for one night, when I suggested to Primo that we offer our guest room to a teen or two, he answered with an unqualified, "No! No! I don't want strangers here!"
Me: No. Way. [The "f'ing" is implied.]
Primo: That's what I thought.
Me: I mean, absolutely no way. It's a pain in the neck to get the guest room and the guest bathroom ready and then clean up even for people I like. I am not doing it for strangers.
Primo: It's OK. I understand. I guess you're doing enough for the cause by being married to me.
Me: You don't want anyone here, either.
Me: But you can blame it all on your Stripes wife.