(Driving home from getting coffee on Sunday morning)
Weetabix : Look at how that chick is running.
Esteban : Aw, be nice. She’s getting some exercise!
Weetabix : If you run like a spaz, maybe jogging in public isn’t the best idea.
Esteban : Maybe I should stop the car and we can get out and run next to her, flailing our arms and shouting “Woooooo! Eeeeeeeeeh!”
Weetabix : (Laughs wickedly) Wait’ can we? That would be so awesome! I’ll bet that it would make her cry. “I was running down the street, and all of the sudden, two fat people jumped out of a truck and started’ sob’. mocking the way I ran!”
Esteban : Ooooh! You’re so evil. (Turns down Bix Street) Wave to the old guy. (waving)
Weetabix : I did! Didn’t you see me?
Esteban : You never wave to the neighbors. You hate them.
Weetabix : No, I love the old guy. He helped me get my car out of the snow berm at the end of the street last winter, so now I wave at him. He’s very nice.
Esteban : You passed by him for ten years and never waved, but as soon as he does a favor for you’
Weetabix : Now he has earned a friendly wave.
Esteban : Peasant, you have performed exceptionally and I will reward you with a flutter of my hand.
Weetabix : I haven’t MET the other neighbors. It’s not like we have a relationship.
Esteban : Why not just wave at them just because we all live in the same two block radius?
Weetabix : Because then they might want to talk to me or something. And then I’d have to be waving at everyone.
Esteban : Which would pretty much kill you.
Weetabix : Pretty much.
Esteban : What are you smirking at?
Weetabix : Thinking about mocking the jogger. Eeeeooowwh!
Esteban : Right. This is what I’m saying.
