(L’s car was parked on the street, with not quite enough room between her back bumper and the do not park line)
Thoughts running through D’s head:
1. I was going to park behind you, but even with an inch between us, I’d be over the line.
2. I couldn’t get in from behind, but luckily I found a nice tight spot up front to squeeze into.
D: These cherries are flaccid.
P: Are you gonna eat those?
S: You can eat my flaccid cherries.
P: nom nom nom nom.
1: Where are the strippers?
2: Right there
1: No the other ones, I don’t like those strippers
2: I don’t know, I’m sure I could find some in the phone book (pause) sorry (looking at me)
I am the only girl working in a robotics lab, they were wiring the robot.