The setting: a Motel 6 in a non-descript town somewhere between Seattle and San Francisco:
Suddenly, Wanda got up, turned off the TV, and jumped into your bed.
And whispered in your ear, "Duane, talk to me about Emacs."
You gulped, and blurted out a sheepish "Well, actually I just use vi". Wanda
slipped back into her bed, and you punched another ticket on the night-alone express.