I was walking down the street tonight and accidentally dropped a dollar.
“Excuse me, you dropped a dollar,” a girl walking behind me said.
She handed me the dollar.
“Thank you so much,” I said to her.
She started to walk away.
“Wait,” I said. She turned around.
“Would you want to reenact the interaction we just had. I’ll get a stranger to videotape us. I’ll anonymously upload the video to the internet. And you’ll become a famous hero?” I asked her.
“I have to get home and watch The Flinstones,” she said to me.
“The movie?” I asked.
“No. The TV series. TV Land is running a marathon.”
“Do you have a DVR?” I questioned.
“Yeah,” she said.
“Why don’t you use the DVR to record The Flinstones?” I asked.
“I guess I’m stubborn,” she responded.
“Stubborn against the DVR or stubborn against someone who wants you to or doesn’t want you to use the DVR?” I asked.
“Both,” she said.
“I gave three options,” I said.
“I gotta go,” she said.
“Ok. I understand,” I told her. “But before you leave can I ask you one more thing?”
“Sure,” she said.
“What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?”
“I guess start an ice skating dumpling company,” she said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I would ice skate on lakes, handing out dumplings,” she said.
“Oh, that sounds stupid,” I said. “Just because, would anyone have a need for that service?”
“I gotta go,” she said.
“One more question,” I said.
“Sure.”
“Does grave reviews mean a show got good reviews or bad reviews?”
“I think the phrase is ‘rave’ reviews,” she said.
“Oh. What does rave reviews mean?”
“Rave reviews means a show did well,” she told me.
“Ok. I always think the opposite. I hear a show got rave reviews and think it did badly.”
“I have to go,” she said.
“Ok. Bye.”
“Bye.”