Conversations In a Car
Somewhere on the New Jersey Turnpike, yesterday afternoon:
Me: What are you doing?
Bill: Trying to find the traffic report.
Me: Not like we're going to understand what it says.
Bill: Well, if it says that a dinosaur has eaten the Tappan Zee Bridge, we'll understand that's bad.
Me: Sure, because there's a hungry dinosaur roaming around New York. Although if he's just eaten a bridge, he's probably not hungry anymore.
Bill: I bet we're the only car on the Turnpike having this conversation right now.
Me: You think?
Dear Whoever Invented Portable DVD Players:
YOU ARE A GOD. Statues should be erected of you, and cities should be named for you. Show up at my door, and I will feed you brownies until you pop.
Much Love,
Me
p.s. Please send extra batteries.
Dear Disney Corporation,
Ten minutes of previews that can't be skipped while the batteries on the portable DVD player are running dangerously low? YOU SUCK.
No Love,
Me
Me: What are you doing?
Bill: Trying to find the traffic report.
Me: Not like we're going to understand what it says.
Bill: Well, if it says that a dinosaur has eaten the Tappan Zee Bridge, we'll understand that's bad.
Me: Sure, because there's a hungry dinosaur roaming around New York. Although if he's just eaten a bridge, he's probably not hungry anymore.
Bill: I bet we're the only car on the Turnpike having this conversation right now.
Me: You think?
Dear Whoever Invented Portable DVD Players:
YOU ARE A GOD. Statues should be erected of you, and cities should be named for you. Show up at my door, and I will feed you brownies until you pop.
Much Love,
Me
p.s. Please send extra batteries.
Dear Disney Corporation,
Ten minutes of previews that can't be skipped while the batteries on the portable DVD player are running dangerously low? YOU SUCK.
No Love,
Me