Jan 11, 2006 19:11
A Paraphrased conversation.
Jim: I would hate to be a truckdriver
Darla: Why?
Jim: Suicide by truckdriver. You know when people throw themselves in front of big moving vehicles.
Darla: I've never heard of that before. I've heard of suicide by cop. Hmmmmm. I suppose you could do it by car if you were hit right.
Jim: People don't do it by car because it's only if you hit right.
Darla: Regular trucks wouldn't do either there not big enough.
Jim: Well, yah, hence the truck driver, you don't usually term regular truck owners that way. You go splat with semis, cars and trucks don't have the same force. (It's the tone of voice you have to imagine here. That makes my reaction make a little more sense.)
Darla: Jim! Of course cars and trucks don't have the same force, you bounce off more. I was just talking out loud. (tone of voice indicates that a response wasn't needed, of course I knew that semis are better then cars or pick up trucks if you're going kill yourself in traffic.)
(Big pause. Laughter.)
Jim: I responded because you were talking out loud, in the middle of a conversation. You forgot to mention that you were thinking out loud and so didn't need a response.
Darla: I was just saying what was going on in my head so that you would know. Talking out loud, in the middle of a conversation. Who woulda thunk?
(I don't know if I've captured the conversation right. It's just another example that being with a Darla means not knowing who she's talking to even if you are in the same room, or in this case having a conversation.)