61 "Naw, I just buy the CDs to use as a more expensive version of a Frisbee," she said with the utmost seriousness.
"Naw, I just buy the CDs to use as a more expensive version of a Frisbee," she said with the utmost seriousness.
He shook his head slowly. “Then why only box sets?”
“Oh,” she said, a smile creeping over her face, “I like to recycle the packaging.”
She confused him to death, and he was afraid he liked it.
“Alright, so wait, why did we buy this car?”
“I’m deathly afraid of getting in a wreck. When I was a little girl, my toy train derailed, and I almost died.”
“Oh, what, did it derail and run into your teddy bear?”
“No, it derailed and hit four cars, exploding and throwing me several hundred feet.”
He could tell she was serious.
“Wait, so what does that have to do with the car?”
“Oh, I drive it once, then have it pushed off a cliff. That way, I know for sure none of the parts will ever break or go bad.”
“Huh.” He looked down at the take-out container full of Poached Robin Eggs with the side container of bernaise sauce. She might have been crazy, but at least she was fun. And rich.
“Alright, when I count to three, open your door and roll out,” she said, looking him in the eye.
“Keep your eyes on the road. What do you mean, roll o-” He stopped, noticing the cliff they were speeding towards.
“Oh,” she said giggling, “I like to dispose of my own cars. Three!” She rolled out of the car.
‘Huh’, he thought, tucking and rolling. She seems nice.