I'm re-vising one of my all time favorite posts. I got this crazy idea one day and it just sort of became this. Since there are so many new followers here, this should be something new for you... Enjoy!
"I said take Washburn Ave."
"I don't want to take Washburn, I want to take Bridge."
"Steve, you can't get to Madison from Bridge."
"Molly, I've been going Bridge to Madison for ten years, will you please stop trying to tell me how to drive."
"You should have taken Washburn."
"How is it you can't find your way to the grocery store unless you're a passenger in my car!?"
"You're just like your father. Steve, before I married you - LOOK OUT!"
"Steve, what happened?!"
"We hit something. I think it was a dog. Get out Molly, lets see if it's hurt."
"Oh. Its not moving. Steve...is it dead?"
"Should we poke it with a stick?"
"Don't you think it's gone through enough! What is wrong with you! Get down there and see if it's still breathing!"
"Fine. ...He’s not breathing."
“Does that mean he’s dead?”
“I not a doctor Molly! I sell children's raincoats for a living! I don’t have a clue. Look, he’s not breathing and he’s not moving I think it’s safe to say he’s dead.”
"You should have taken Washburn."
"[sigh] Should we try and find it's owners?"
"Look at him Steve. He's clearly a stray, no collar, straggly, worn and tired. You should have taken Washburn!"
"Stop saying that! You don't think they have strays on Washburn! Look it was an accident okay! I'm sorry, I wasn't aiming for him Molly! I already feel horrible, you aren’t helping anything! Help me move him to the side."
"We have to eat him."
"We have to eat him Steve. We have to eat this dog."
"Molly, what in the world are talking about. Look just get in the car, I'll be there in a second."
"I'm serious. Look at this dog Steve. It looks horrible, like it was never loved. Liked no one cared for him, and before he got a chance to ever find happiness we come and hit him. We stole all his chances. We don’t even know his name! We need to eat him.”
“I feel bad about hitting this dog but I don’t see how eating him is going to make up for it Molly.”
“It will be a way to show him how we appreciate him. That we cared, that he meant something to us.”
“Like the worst memory of my life, followed by the worst meal?”
“I’m serious Steve.”
“So I am I! You are obviously traumatized by this and I understand. Please just try and relax Molly. I’ll deal with this. ”
“No Steve, I’m perfectly rational, and serious. I just couldn’t stand knowing that you and your stupid driving sucked the life out of this animal and the we just threw him to the shoulder and went on with our lives. He deserves to be loved and right now the only way we can do that is to eat him. Steve we have to do this!”
“This is ridiculous. People don’t eat dogs Molly! What if he’s diseased? What is someone finds out?! How would you explain this to your mother? Molly what if he tastes horrible.”
“I doesn't matter. It’s our duty Steve.”
“-Steve if you don’t do this I’ll never forgive you.”
“Fine. Molly. Fine. I’ll load him up into the trunk and we’ll take him home and eat him. I feel like some crazed redneck out on a hunting expedition. I just need a plaid shirt, five less teeth and a hat with those ear flaps!”
“Thank you Steve, we’re doing the right thing!”
“This is the worst dinner I’ve ever had.”
“You should have taken Washburn!”