Saturday Night

Saturday Night
9:00 PM

Jordan:  I want come chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

Bre: Hmmm.

Jordan: So, let's go.

Bre: Really?  You have to have it now?

Jordan:  Yeah.  Let's go to Target.

Bre: OK...Well, how about we just go through the Iceburg drive thru?

Jordan: It tastes better at Target.  Why don't you want to go to Target?

Bre: Nothing would make me feel fatter than going to Target at 9:00 at night specifically for ice cream.

Jordan:  Well, we could get some underwear too...

Bre:  Right, so we'll just look like we need new underwear 'cause we ate so much ice cream we grew out of our current pair?  Goin' to Target for ice cream and underwear looks much better.

15 minutes later we're scanning the checkout lines for a cashier that looks like she knows what it's like to get ice cream at 9:00 at night and won't judge us.