She: “She’s a fine little Widget.”
Me: “How can you tell?”
She: “She’s instantly forgetable, doesn’t ruffle any feathers and gives off a bland vibe. Plus she’s square-shaped.”
Me: “So she can fit into those square holes? Doesn’t she realize it’s an oblong world?”
She: “That’s the tragedy of a Widget. They’re manufactured and unable to adapt to a bendy environment.”
Me: “I never thought I’d feel sorry for a Widget.”
