Me: How's San Mateo?
Her: Well, the driving sucks. These people seem to have the mentality that NOBODY is getting into the same lane as their car.
Me: If you were in a convertible going 90 miles an hour with the top down, they'd get out of your way. Seriously- I've tried it.
Her: Maybe that's it. They take one look at my mini-SUV and think, "Screw you lady! I'm not letting you in- you don't even have a roof-rack!"
Me: You know, not having a roof-rack automatically makes you a Communist.
Her: That's right- I'm a pinko communist non-roof-rack-having affront to society.
Me: A shining example of everything that is wrong with America today. You are going to SUV Hell if you don't buy a roof-rack.
(We crack up)
Me: What were we talking about? I can't remember.
Her: Are you going to Breakfast Club on Thursday? You know, we leave for Paris at 4 AM.
Me: I am going. Wild horses couldn't stop me.
Her: I am going to pass...even though Judd Nelson was my naughty boyfriend.
Me: Was? He is still naughty, dammit- albeit in a much more Republican way.
Her: Republicans can still be naughty!
Me: Did I say he wasn't naughty?! NO!
Her: Why are we arguing?
Me: Beats the hell out of me.
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The conincidence is staggering- Today is actually Judd Nelson's birthday. Happy birthday Judd! I had a huge crush on you when I was about 12- until my sister pointed out the habitual flaring of your gigantic nostrils.
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