The Power of the Fellowship

So I'm eating lunch with a bunch of buddies from the Fellowship today. Good guys. I love 'em all. Ostensibly they have my best interests at heart, unless they don't.

I mentioned that I had shown SuperK a picture of a very expensive car, suggesting that I would finally be happy forever and ever if I could just own such a vehicle, which I do not need and cannot afford. She was . . . how should I put this? . . . not supportive. Not enthusiastic in the least. Not in agreement with my delusional thinking.

I mentioned this to the crew. Here's the gist of their comments:

Farmer Bill: "Well, how long will she be mad?"

Doctor Doom: "That's the important question. I bet it wouldn't be that long. I bet you could outlast her."

The Bank Man: "Let me ask you: who wears the pants in your family anyhow?" (A rhetorical question: everyone knows who wears the pants. I don't even own any pants).

Farmer Bill: "Yeah, just buy the car and that's the end of it."

Horseface Steve: "It's not how long she'll be mad that I'm worried about: it's the intensity of the anger. The woman weighs like a 110 lbs soaking wet and I'm scared to death of her. When she gets it cranked up it's not a pretty sight."

Doctor Doom: "You'd look GREAT in that car."

The Bank Man: "Think of all the cute chicks you could pick up."

Farmer Bill: "Show her who's boss. You're losing our respect here."

Doctor Doom: "After all: you can't take it with you."


The good news is that there is a solution.

The bad news is that it's us.