Primo: Don’t you want an engagement ring?
Me: No. I don’t like wearing rings.
Primo: But – we are engaged.
Me: I guess. We just bought a house together and I wouldn’t do that if I weren’t going to marry you. But you have never officially proposed. We just kind of agreed we would get married.
Primo: Don’t we need a ring to make it official?
Me: Really? I would rather take a really nice trip to Paris than have a diamond.
Primo: We need to do something to make it official.
Me: You mean more than buy a house?
Me: OK. You know what I want? I want a really nice trash can.
Primo: A trash can? Are you kidding?
Me: No! I hate your stupid trash can. I hate that I have to press a control on the top to open it and that it’s so short so I have to bend over and peeling onions into it is a pain in the neck. My trash can is old and I don’t want either one of them to move into the house with us.
Primo: Then what do you want?
Me: I want that nice tall stainless steel Simple Human one with a foot control for the lid.
Primo: A trash can.
Primo: Let me look. What?! It’s sixty dollars! For a trash can!
Me: You were willing to pay thousands of dollars for a ring that serves no practical purpose but won’t spend sixty dollars on a trash can?
Primo: Can I at least see if it goes on sale?