Annie and I are crossing Broadway on 92nd Street.
She sings, "I like Pina Coladas... and getting caught in the rain..."
She pauses, "Actually, I don’t like either of those things."
Me: "I like getting caught in the rain."
Annie: "You don't like Pina Coladas?"
I think, remembering a trip to the Florida Keys a couple years back. "Mmmm, yeah, I guess I do."
Annie: "And I guess I like getting caught in the rain."