(Ran into my sister last night while shopping)
Sister: How you doin'?
Me: Yo.
(She points to my shopping bag)
Sister: What'd you buy?
Me: Want to see?
Sister: Show me, show me!
(A pull out an item)
Sister: Smallville?
Me: Shut up, Smallville is cool!
Sister: Uh-huh.
Me: Fuck ya, I'm not showing you what else I bought.
Sister: I'm strangely ok with that decision.
(pause)
Me: Ok, I want to show you.
(I pull out the other item)
Sister: I have no idea who that is.
Me: Paul Potts?
Sister: Yeah, no idea.
Me: You know that show America's Got Talent?
Sister: Yeah.
Me: There's a UK version, Britain's Got Talent. This guy won the show. He's a pudgy, dumpy Welsh cell phone salesman who sings opera.
Sister: Uh… ok?
Me: He's really good. The guy's extraordinary.
Sister: Hm.
Me: I like to think of myself as a sensitive guy, right? But still, I'm not especially mushy-headed. This guy, his voice… when I hear him sing, I get teary-eyed.
(pause)
Sister: Uh… ok!
(pause)
Me: Yeah, alright, fuck ya then.
Sister: heh. I'm not judging!
Me: You're just… processing.
Sister: That's a lot to take in.
(pause)
Me: Yeah, alright, fuck ya then.
Sister: Ok!
Me: Ok iloveyoubye!