Maybe we are the same, afterall.
In the midst of lecture, French Style and Grammar, I say...
“I’m going to Vancouver next week.”
“OH, I love Vancouver!”
“I’m just going for a dental appointment.”
“Well, at least you can do some shopping.”
“Hmm. I hate shopping.”
“What?? I love shopping!”
“I head into a store knowing what I want to buy, I buy it, then I leave.”
“Oh my God, are you serious? In Vancouver, my friend and I spent $3000 in a day!”
“I feel bad if I spend $100 in a day.”
“Oh my God, are you serious? My pants cost $400 themselves. But it’s really good because I’ve never seen anybody with the same pants as me.”
Some time later, she asks me...
“Do you like my hat?”
“Do you like your hat?”
“But do you like it?”
“If you like it, that’s what matters.”
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