When I began dating my husband, I noticed he ended almost every sentence with a certain phrase that often didn’t match the rest of the words in his sentences.
“I love that outfit you’re wearing tonight … and that type deal,” he would say.
“What type deal?” I’d ask.
“What?” he’d reply, seemingly unaware that he concluded every thought with a phrase that matched with the rest of his sentence about as well as the short-term marriage between Julia Roberts and Lyle Lovett.
A few minutes later as we sat down to dinner, he’d say, “Did you see the story on the news about that new electronic contraption called a cell phone … and that type deal?”
After a few months of dating who I thought might be Monty Hall, former host of the 1970s television show Let’s Make a Deal in disguise, I finally told my future husband that he needed to cease his addiction to the four words “and that type deal.” It was a hard transition for him … so hard in fact that he entered a twelve-step program in order to quit, but then was kicked out because even after receiving counseling, he kept introducing himself as, “Hello, my name is Jerry and I am a Repetitive Phrase Addict and that type deal.”.
It seems like everyone has a phrase or word they are especially fond of using in every conversation … even me. Recently, I noticed I’ve been relying on the word super to describe everything from the weather to the excessive line at the grocery store to my husband’s ostensibly super-human strength when he lifts something super heavy.
“That is a super strong storm headed our way right now, isn’t it?” I asked my husband last week while looking worriedly out the window at the darkening skies. He turned to me, acting annoyed for some strange reason.
“Are you aware that you are saying super more now than I ever said and that type deal?”
My mouth dropped. “Are you saying that I have the same addiction you think you beat way back in the early 1990s, Mr. I Still Say And That Type Deal?” I asked sarcastically.
“Yes,” he answered matter-of-factly.
“Harrumph,” I grumbled as I attempted to change the subject, “Hey, did I tell you about the super long line I had to stand in at the grocery store this morning? At least my peaches were super firm and the cashier was super nice. That made that super long line not so bad.”
I heard my husband mimicking me behind my back, “Super this and super that. I’m going to go crazy if she doesn’t stop.saying that word.”
I turned around and smiled at him as I pulled him closer, “You’re only going to go crazy because of your super devotion to our love and that type deal.”
He grinned back, “Did you just say and that type deal? Because if you did, I’ve never loved you as much as I do right now.”
Sometimes meeting in the middle causes everything to turn out just super, doesn’t it?