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08:17 pm - Tonight After Dinner
Mom: (picking up a piece of paper) Is this a coupon?
Me: No, it's a thingie to win a trip to Paris, throw it away.
Mom: You don't want to go to Paris?
Me: No, I'm afraid to go on a plane, I rather go on a ship.
Mom: Oh.
Me: And, the ship would have to have lots of dashing young men in red tuxedo jackets to wait on me hand and foot.
Mom: I see.
Me: And they'd have to be able to tap dance.
Mom: Tap dance?!
Me: Yes, and Fred Astaire would have to be there.
Mom: I'd be worried if Fred Astaire were on your ship.
Me: And he'd just happen to be walking by while I was lounging on a deck chair, and he'd just happen to trip, and his hat would fall into my lap. And he'd be all, "Oh, terribly sorry, miss," and I'd be all "Oh, don't mention it." And then, his dance partner for the evening would just happen to break her ankle and be unable to go on.
Mom: And you'd just happen to know how to dance.
Me: RIGHT! And I'd just happen to be the exact size to fit into her gown, and I'd dance with Fred Astaire all night long.
*pause*
Me: THAT'S how I want to go to Paris.
Mom: Oh.
Me: And people say I'm unreasonable!
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