He told her, "This girl never smiles." She said, "That's not true, you're making her smile right now." This was one part because he was doing a retarded little dance and singing along to the Foreigner song over the speakers and one part because I grin like an idiot when he is within a ten mile radius of the building.
Wifey and I then got in a conversation about GrapeNuts while he went to get his own cigarettes. The whole twenty seconds we discussed the fact that GrapeNuts look and taste like gravel, I felt guilty. Guilty because I was not at all concerned with breakfast cereal, but rather my shock at how unattractive she was. I could only think of how easy it could be to seduce her husband the next time he returns without her.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.