This week with Arlene and Jeff:
..."But what's that got to do with me?" Morales asked. "I barely know how to spell those words, let alone be able to ask pertinent questions."
"But you're married to a physical anthropologist, and if I'm not mistaken, she has a minor in cultural anthropology, too. Highly educated people seem to enjoy attending dress up/cocktail parties on Earth, and I'll bet that advanced alien societies have their version of academia that isn't that different. We might both need to have a suit or two, and maybe even a tux. You wouldn't want to have your wife go by herself, would you? Or you could go in uniform."
"What uniform? I'm not in the military." Morales asked with a puzzled look.
"Still, we could have a Ship's uniform so we would all look professional. The crew will certainly be in uniform, as well as my Assault Team. Jasmine would fall into the professional category, as would your other wives. We've talked about your Primitive Survival Tactics. How would we label it? How about something like Primitive Survivalist? We can't have you running around on duty in blue jeans, so we need a uniform for you, too. Hey, that would go well with Jasmine's title when you go with her."
"Shit, Jeff, how do you think up this crap? If I went with her, I would come across as a blithering idiot when they started talking about ancient societies. But… since I've been using the reading program, my speed has tripled at least, and I retain more as well. Bottom line, I've read two of her basic physical anthropology texts - not that I remember a tenth of the names of all those bones, nor much about genetics, either, but I just might be partially able to understand what they would be discussing."
"I would just about bet they would be more interested in a big Primitive Survival Specialist than they would an Anthropologist - particularly the females."
For a long moment, Morales just stared at him...
Have a goodun;
Roust