This is the actual, unretouched, unabridged, unfiltered transcript of a recent conversation that I had with Sabrina. This occurred Sunday morning, 9:00 am, on our way to Hot Suppa and Target. It takes place in my driveway, when I am about to get into Sabrina’s car…
C: You’d think that in your 20 minute drive over here you would remember that I need a place to sit and would have cleaned the seat off.
S: I know, I know. Just let me move this here sneaker set, golf outfit, purse, iPod, bit of trash and water bottle out of your seat.
C: It appears that you spilled some water onto the seat. Do you have anything to sop it up with?
S: Just sit in it. No one will notice the giant wet spot that it will cause on your bottom. Besides, it will probably dry in the 8 minutes it takes to get to Hot Suppa, right?
C: No, probably not. How about I use this cotton hat that you have back here?
S: No! That is my golf hat, one of 3 that I currently have in the car, and I need to wear it in 5 hours.
C: So, you would rather that I sit in the water and soak my bum than use this hat which will actually dry by the time that you need it?
C: I’d really rather not.
S: Baby-fit. Just get in.
C: I don’t understand why I can’t just use this rag that is sitting here to dry the seat?
S: NO! DO AS I SAY! GET IN THE CAR RIGHT NOW!
C: Ok, ok. Sheesh.
And that’s what really happened. No matter what Sabrina writes in the comments.