Story of the weekend

Scene: In the car, on the way to a live concert that starts at 8:30pm in Carrboro. (For those unfamiliar, Carrboro is kinda like a squished town...everything's within a 4 mile radius of each other off 2 or 3 main roads, there's lots and lots of pedestrians and red lights, and there's very little parking.)

7:58pm
Brent: Remember when we used to talk on the phone for hours and hours back when we were dating? I usually don't talk on the phone well...we must have so much in common in order for us to have talked that long and that much.

8:20pm
Brent: Let's park the car in this lot right here and walk around until we find the venue.
Me: Ummm...wouldn't it make more sense to find the venue first, then park and walk?
Instead of parking, we circle the block so we can decide what to do.
Brent: But we can get around faster on foot!
Me: But we don't know where the venue is! What use is it to walk around fast but not know where we're going??
Brent: That's the point! We'll be able to look better when we're not in the flow of traffic. Then we won't have to worry about red lights or running people over.
Me: But we'll miss the show if we just get out and walk around! We need to find the venue first!
Silence while driving around the block (for the 3rd time) continues.
Brent: Man, we're so different. Sometimes it just so infuriating!!!!!



(And for those who want to know how the story played out, we got out and walked around for about 10 minutes, then we finally asked for directions, then got back into the car to drive the 3 - 4 miles to the venue. Just sayin'.)