The low-point of my marriage. Actual conversation while walking down the streets of Portsmouth:
J: Rub my neck.
A. starts to massage neck.
J: Sometimes I worry that you'll hit my Vulcan point, and I'll just collapse on the street.
A: It's not a Vulcan point, it's a Vulcan grip.
J: Maybe it's a combination of the grip and the point.
A: It's not the point; it's Vulcans who know how to do the grip.
J: Really?
A: Can we please not have this conversation ever again?