The conversation that happened last night while David and I were cleaning up from dinner.
David: “Do you want the rest of my beer?”
Me: “Sure.” (Picking up his glass and seeing five or six fruit flies swimming around in it.) “Oh holy fruit flies batman!”
David: “They’re back? They always get in my beer. It’s gross.”
Me: “I know.” (as I walk to the sink and start fishing the fruit flies out with a spoon) “They get in my wine all the time too. If it’s just one or two I pretend I don’t see them, keep drinking, and count it as some extra protein in my day. But since there’s so many and this is the expensive beer I guess I’ll do the classy thing and fish them out before I keep drinking.”
David: “Wait… in your world the classy thing to do is fish the flies out… and then drink the rest anyway?”
Me: “Oh… well when you say it like that…”
David: (interrupting me) “Nope, I take it back. In your world that is classy, I’m not sure why I even doubted you.”