Waiting. Thursday. Not. Cometh. Yet.

From a phone conversation between people about 1,000 miles or so away from each other.

Wife (Sounding hurt): So who is going to pin you?

Me (Confused): Pin me? (Pause.) Pin me?

Wife (Sounding frustrated): Yes. People get pinned at graduation. (Hinting sound.) Usually by their wives.

Me (Confused): Pin me with what?

Wife (More frustrated): Your rank.

Me (Confused): But my rank is already stitched on the uniform. I don't know where you would pin something else.

Wife (Extremely frustrated): So I can pin you?

Me (Triumphant. And confused): Yes you can!