My wife took a tumble at work – she had some minor bruising, but was overall OK. We went to urgent care anyways just to have her checked out and to get the trip documented in case a workers comp claim had to be made.
We were at the front desk being checked in, going over paper work. She was confirming my wife’s information, and I hadn’t said a word the entire visit – of course my poor impulse control got the best of me.
Front desk lady: aaaand what is your preferred language?
Me: Klingon
My wife: 
Me: 