Friday, November 23, 2007

Gas station conversation


Mom: "What an odd chair."

Me: "It's not a pretty chair."

Mom: "It's a 1950's chair."

Me: "It's a 1950's restaurant chair."

Mom: "You're right."

Me: "I bet we could have it if we brought something to replace it."

Mom: "I don't want it."

Me: "I don't want it either."

Mom: "I almost want it."

Me: "I almost want it too."

2 comments:

CJGallegos said...

I'll take it.

itzktb said...

Coop, it's at the gas station on 96th Street between West End Avenue and the highway.