Rainbows And Hippos And Pillows, Oh My
(We are on our way to Chicago from Minnesota, about an eight-hour drive. We stop for provisions at a truck stop and I decide to purchase a neck pillow. I am debating whether to get an adult-sized red one or a child’s pillow with a hippopotamus head on one end that is rainbow-colored. It should be noted that we are both in our mid-20s.)
Me: “I’m conflicted. Should I get the red pillow or the rainbow-hippo pillow?”
Friend: “Is that a serious question?”
Me: “Well, yeah… Are you making fun of me right now, or—”
Friend: “Rainbow-hippo pillow! DUH!”
Me: “See, this is why we are best friends.”
Question of the Week
Who is the worst person you’ve ever worked with?
