Conversation with ‘The Boy’ (A) yesterday:
Me : What are you doing after work?
Boy: Going swimming.
Me: Why’re you going swimming? Let’s do something.
Boy (1 second pause): We will. I’ll go swimming, you’re going to gym!
Me: I am?
10 minutess later, I receive this text:
“I’ll come over after swimming. Will get KFC for dinner.”
Now we were talking! I have KFC cravings just like I have pizza, Chinese food & Italian food cravings. The post-consumption guilt associated with KFC is lesser if you feel you’ve earned it, so I dragged myself to gym.
I finished gym & called him:
Me: I’m done gymming. When are you getting KFC?
Boy: You just gymmed, no?
Me (Alarm bells going off inside my head like atoms spinning in a nuclear reactor): Yes, so?
Boy: So no KFC for you. I’m getting Subway.
Me: No fucking way!
Boy: But you love Subway.
Me: I do. But you can’t promise me KFC & give me Subway! I went to gym so I could eat KFC!
Boy: How shameless you are!
Me: I don’t care. Come fast & you better have a bag of KFC on you.
And that’s how I got my KFC :)