Stupidity That Crosses A Line

I dated a girl very briefly. We took a trip together, and when we were crossing state lines, she said something like:

Girl: “Have you ever seen the lines that separate the states?”

Trying to figure out what she had just said, I asked her to elaborate.

Girl: “You know, on the map, they have the spaced-out lines so you can tell when you cross into another state.”

Me: *Jokingly* “Oh, yeah, you just have to get out and really look, but they’re there.”

A few days later, we were coming back over the state line.

Girl: “Can we pull over and look for those lines, please? I’d really like to see them.”

Me: “I thought you were kidding. There are not any form of lines that separate the states. I was kidding when you asked because I thought you weren’t serious.”

She was mad for the rest of the forty-five-minute drive home because I’d led her on. That relationship did not last very long.