by William on 2009-01-14
Rebecca handed me her cup of lemonade. She was offering me a drink. I drank and left maybe a quarter of a mouthful in the bottom. She looked at it and frowned. Clearly I drank too much.
I said, “Whenever we share something, one of us always ends up sad.”
Rebecca replied, “Better you than me.”
I laughed uncontrollably.
(Also: as I was writing this post, Rebecca said, “You need to explain that better or itʼs going to make me look bad.”)