She: “You want to go to Renfaire next weekend?”
Me: “I don’t know…I’ll miss the pretty planes buzzing downtown Chicago. I’ve been looking forward to sonic booms and what-all.”
She: “Men in chain mail.”
Me: “Alrighty then, I’m in.”
She: “Great, I’ve got the perfect costume for you: belly dancer!”
Me: “No. No-way. Nuh-uh. Not while I breathe corporate air. You know I have a deep-seated fear of castanets.”
She: “C’mon! You could totally pull it off.”
Me: “And that’s my other fear. Having my costume pulled off. Nuh-uh. No way. Nope. How about a nice wench costume instead?”
