Friday, May 11, 2012
Him: "I think I want a truck."
Me: "But, we just bought a car."
Him: "Okaaaay, what if we didn't have to pay for it."
Me: "Weeeelll, what kind of truck would we not have to pay for."
Him: "I don't know..."
Him: "But you're saying that if I didn't have to pay for it, you'd be fine with me getting a truck?"
Me: "Does it involve jail time or prostitution?"
Him: *far too long of a pause* "I don't think so..."
Me: *shrugs* "Fair enough."
The next day, he brought home the crappiest old brown truck I've ever seen. I immediately dubbed it "Herpes" and told him I'd prefer he be sanitized before touching me or the children.
Me: "So, how did you get it?"
Him: "I traded for it."
Me: "Traded what?"
Him: "A gun."
Sidenote: I'm not a gun fan. And yes, I know this means I'll be the first to die in the coming Zombie Apocalypse...I'm okay with that.
Me: *jaw drops* "Seriously? Someone traded you a truck for a gun?"
Him: *Looking rather proud* "Yep."
Me: "So someone agreed to let you come to their house with a gun, and take away their truck? Isn't that called Grand Theft Auto?"
Him: "Not when you leave the gun behind."
Me: "Alrighty then."
So, this got me curious...what would you trade your hypothetical crappy old truck for? Have a great weekend!