Ric is not what you’d call smooth, in that he has a talent for saying the exact wrong thing. One example I’ve given before is the time we were in a room with his daughter and I saw a big spider near him. I tapped Ric on the shoulder, and pointed to the spider, hoping he could “deal with it” before she saw it.
Instead of “dealing with” the spider, Ric said, in a loud, clear voice, “Don’t let her see it. She’s terrified of spiders.”
I also, am not smooth, in that I am literally covered with hair. I firmly believe that physically I am a step or two closer to our simian ancestors than most people.
My lack of smoothness and Ric’s collided several years ago, when I was working at Walt Disney World. He brought his daughter to Florida to hang out and enjoy the parks. She wanted to go to one of the Disney water parks. I went along.
At one point, it became clear that I would have to take off my shirt in front of people, including Ric and his daughter. I turned my back on them, as I always do, because stunned silence is easier to deal with than a look of shock and revulsion. I took off my shirt, the customary stunned silence ensued, but this time the silence was broken by Ric saying, “Yes. I know.”