This conversation just happened via text today:
Me: OMG THE IKEA PARKING LOT IS INFESTED WITH GIANT CREEPY SPIDERS
Me: And by infested I mean I found one on my car
Matt: But I’m on hold with Century Link
Matt: So I’m in a worse spot than you
I may or may not have danced around the Target parking lot waving a shoe menacingly at my car. Also spiders and ISPs both suck.
Me: We missed our chance!
Matt: For what?
Me: The F. Scott Fitzgerald house is for sale!
Me: It’s even under a million!
Matt: Well it is just a rowhouse.
Me: It’s huge! It’s 3,441 square feet!
Me: YES! It’s bigger on the inside!
Matt: The Summit umbrella really bothers me. I like Summit and all, but you know who didn’t? F. Scott Fitzgerald. You know why? Because he was dead.