My sister had tickets to the Saints’ pre-season game against the Houston Texans. While she was there we had the following conversation via text message:
HEATHER: There’s a guy here wearing one of those customizable jerseys. The name on it is “Optimus.”
ME: That’s awesome. He wins.
HEATHER: the number on it is 86. Is that the year the show started?
ME: No, the show started in 1984. He fails now.
HEATHER: Maybe 86 is the year he was born.
ME: Optimus? No, he’s millions of years old.
Conversations are not transcribed verbatim. They are altered for length, to provide appropriate context, and to make them funnier whenever necessary. Frankly, all you can count on in these posts is that at some point, I had a conversation with somebody about some subject.