Scene: Tuesday night. Two couches perpindicular to each other in front of a TV. G sitting on one couch, me on the other. In my hand, the March Marie Claire (I really hate the layout of this mag), in G’s hands, xbox controller. B’s perusing the internet looking at incline benches.
“Come and check this out, and tell me what you think.” B calls to me.
“Nice prices.”
“Should we get one? Will you use it?” I’m horribly cheap and I’ve been fine doing my sit-ups for free this whole time.
“I guess, but buy whatever you want.” B’s and G’s eyebrows raise high- touching their hairlines.
“Oh, really. G, you heard her?”
G turns to B. “Yeah, I heard that. Now we can buy that leopard.”
He fumbles around some more on the controller, “No, wait… A bull shark. Yeah, much better.”
