my roommate and i were at the grocery store in the jam section and...
roommate: my dad likes apple butter. i don't get it.
me: well, to each his own. for instance, i hate the davinci code.
random girl who had been browsing the aisle next to us: oh god, isn't it horrible?
me: yeah! what a shitty book.
girl: fuck that book, AND that movie.
having made her point, the girl walks away. the end.
postscript: she was wearing the same golden girls t-shirt that i had, and i had resolved to dispatch of her, but then she redeemed herself in the jam aisle.
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