| linda |
field trip |
me: Whoops, wrong turn. partner: I told you not to do that. m: I know, I know. p: So, what’s ‘tort law’? m: Hm? p: No, turn there. m: Right p: No, left. m: I know! p: tort law. m: That’s the law of opportunistic revenge services. p: What? Like ambulance chasing? m: Yeah, but sitting in a parking lot with brochures is less draining. p: But you don’t get any exercise. Watch the road. m: True. I am. Where are we going? p: Back of the lot. But the accident was my fault. m: You say, doesn’t matter. Their insurer would rather pay your medical than go to court. We can’t lose. p: You’re crazy. m: No, funny. p: That’s why insurance rates are so high. m: It’s the way of the world, babe. p: Don’t call be babe. m: I know—which reminds me: “The Big Chill” is on KOCE tonight. p: Boring. How many times have you seen it? m: Not for a long time! There’s his table. p: It’s trite now, basically phony. m: Well, you know I married you because you’re like Meg Tilly. p: There he is. Watch out, you’re going to hit him. m: Not. p: Surprise!: You might have. m: Yeah: good riddence. |
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