Don't you just love a friend or a partner who can make you burst out laughing? C.S. and I had that moment yesterday.
Since "Balloon Boy" happened, we have been occasionally debating whether we thought it was a hoax.
C.S's position was "No way. There's no evidence it was a hoax. Even the police say that." He even played the "You're a lawyer, you should know what 'no evidence' means" card. (I could now discuss circumstantial evidence, but that would be a rather boring digression.)
I was equally adamant. "Mark my words. Total hoax from the outset." And my coup de grace was "Believe me, I'm usually very intuitive about these things."
So after yesterday's news conference, when we had a chance to broach the subject, what does C.S. say? "It's like I've been telling you all along: Mark my words. The whole thing is a big hoax."
I'm so glad I wasn't driving when he said that. I probably would have run off the road, it tickled me so.
Charming, ain't he?
(For the record, it's only fair to say that C.S. is often right in these matters and I am sometimes not nearly so gracious and clever when it's my turn to be wrong.)