of mice and monsters part 1

Being home:  Not unambiguously awesome.  But three unambigously awesome things have happened so far:

1. puppet show with smart friend
2. christmas with best friend and
3. the following scenario

Rolling up to the library, we both felt a little nervous.  We had left her there.  We had told her we didn't know how long we would be.  We had told her that she should just come with us.  But she had decided to stay behind, and we had been longer than we knew she wanted to wait.

 "Betcha a buck she bitches."

I said to the driver.  Let's call her Ginger.  And it was more a release of tension than a serious offer, because we both knew how inevitable it was.  I took a deep breath as she threw herself into the backseat.

"What the hell took you guys so long!?"

The answer to that question is boring, so I'll spare you.  But Ginger gesticulated with justifications.  Had I had another accomplice to conspire with, I'd have said, "betcha a buck Ginger apologizes", but that would've been just as obvious.

"Yeah, but you guys took like two hours!"

Any other day, this would have exploded into a whole evening of bickering and sniveling.  But I spent the better part of those two hours anticipating this moment, which is why the ensuing conversation went thusly:

"Are you saying that we're irresponsible or that we're rude?"

"Both!"

"Do you honestly believe that we're so thoughtless that we would forget about you or so callous that we would neglect you on purpose?"

At which point she shut up.  Until Ginger tried to apologize again.  Then she told Ginger to shut up.  Then we rode in silence.

Then I got this great idea for a blog post where I would take this incident and extrapolate larger principles from it, but this is getting too long so I'll save the breakdown for next time.