She: “Don’t you look nice in your crisp white jacket!”
Me: “Thanks. Want to have lunch?”
She: “Sure, I hear they’re serving spaghetti and meatballs.”
Me: “Really? Maybe I could get a glass of grape juice, too.”
She: “That would be just the thing! Here, I have a leaky pen — you could write out your order.”
Me: “Nah, I’ll bump into the wet paint signs and take notes on the lapel.”
She: “Too much work. Let’s skip lunch and roll you around in the new cut grass instead?”
Me: “But I was saving that for the pants!”
She: “Wear’em tomorrow! We should have mud puddles by then.”
Me: “Now you’re talking!”
