Recently,on a trip to Vegas, I got into a debate with my friend Gaby about trains. Neither of us really knows anything about trains except for what we learned from reading Boxcar Children, so this was a pretty stupid thing for us to start arguing about. We may as well have been discussing the economic system of Angola for what we were accurately bringing to the conversation.
She claimed, very scientifically, that we should take a train to Vegas because they go FASTER THAN CARS. She put on a Captain Jean Luc Picard voice to say this, which was surprising because Gaby does not emote beyond what is absolutely necessary.
I was almost positive that the trains running right alongside the freeway, the ones we were currently passing up, did in fact, go SLOWER THAN CARS.
But she wasn't hearing any of it.
G: You don't know what you're talking about.
A: You don't either.
G: I know that you're wrong.
A: Gaby, you don't know that. You know you have the herp cause you get a breakout every month, you do not know the average speed of trains travelling to Vegas.
G: Oh really? How do you know I didn't check it before we left?
A: Because there is no train to Vegas!
G: Listen Miss Factoid, I think we all know who's right, and I don't want to gloat so lets just knock this off.
A: If you weren't driving and paying for all this gas, I'd be really frustrated with you right now.
G: I also brought flaming hot Cheetos.
A: Really?
G: Uh huh. How much do you love me?
A: MORE THAN CARS.
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Yes, a bag of flaming hot cheetos can get you pretty far with Amy. And I won't even go into how far you can get with some Cold Stone Creamery.
Mmm, hmmm.
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