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My wife used to have a Geo Metro, and, in my group of friends, we were Friends With Car.
Now, we don't have a car, and we are Friends Who Bum Rides and/or Friends Who Rely On Public Transportation.
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(Monday afternoon, INT: EB and JH's apartment)
EB: Alright, fine, I'll let you teach me how to knit.
NP: Really?
EB: Really. Not right now, though, I've got to head back. My lunch break's over and I didn't even get to eat anything.
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(INT: hallway, EB and NP are heading out)
NP: Aww. Tell you what, if you drive me back to my place on your way to work, I'll spring for smoothies at the Filthy Hippie.
EB: None of those three destinations are remotely in the same direction from here.
NP: Yeah, but you have a car.
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(INT: elevator)
EB: My ownership of a Nissan Sentra does not alter the fundamental rules of Euclidean geometry.
NP: Pleeease?
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(INT: lobby)
EB: Oh, alright, but I want a full-sized wild cherry apeshit apocalypse.
NP: Done.
EB: And a chipotle turkey panini.
NP: Don't push it.
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