I was standing by our back door looking for Cooper. Pam came by and and called Cooper’s name in a very loud and very high voice. It reminded me of when a bicycle tire exploded by my ear. That was 4 inches from my ear, too.

I staggered a bit. I used my professorial voice to inquire “Do you mind?”
That only got peals of laughter as Pam realized what she’d done.
I said “That doesn’t really work. How about this” and I used a working class accent to say “F*ckin’ Hell!”

But the moment was lost.