Of course, when she gets that far into a fix, I turn her off. Well, maybe not entirely. These are simple devices. The first is to arrange my face in serious, contemplative lines, perhaps holding a pencil thoughtfully or gazing out a window. At the end of each chorus I tap my toe once, lightly, just a small sound.
Drastic situations call for drastic measures.
No, your mother was incorrect, they do not stick like that. Better still, its one of those great transferable skills that you can use not just for private entertainment, but also, say, to summon a husband across a crowded cocktail party when he is about to fall into someone's unguarded cleavage. I glance at the court reporter. Slowly, slowly, she crosses her right eye, and taps her toe once, lightly.