My roommate, Andy, and I have lived together so long that we’ve developed a style of communication that few other people could understand. For example, this exchange on the color blue.
Me: That’s really blue.
Andy: It’s like “Dante Spinotti Blue.”
Me: I was going to say it was “Janusz Kaminsky Blue.”
Andy: No, it’s bluer than that. It’s “Michael Mann Blue.”
Me: It’s “Neil McCauley’s Apartment Blue.”
Andy: It’s “Manhunter Blue.”
Andy: “Neil McCauley’s Apartment Blue!”
Me: I know! We’re such nerds. We have our own language.