“Life is a buffet line where you can’t go back for seconds.”
Hey, you wanna go weave some baskets tomorrow?
You know what? Yeah, I do. Now that I’ve cleared my schedule a bit I should be free.
Do I need to get my ears checked, or did you actually say yes to something?
I’m learning not to put too many things on my plate.
Life is a buffet… and I’m hungry.
Then you should put more on your plate.
No; I’m actually hungry. Like, separate from any analogous implications.
You should eat something.
I can always count on you for good ideas.
So where are we going to do some basket weaving?
I honestly didn’t think that far. I thought you’d say no, so I just said something random.
So what do you want to do?
Try basket weaving.
I don’t even know how to weave a basket; let’s do something else.
Come on, it can’t be that bad. When we’re done you’ll have a basket, instead of video games or something where all you have is gained weight from eating Cheetos.
But it’s basket weaving. It’s boring, and they have holes. I’d rather just buy a bowl or something.
Don’t you want to be able to say you made it though?
Since when was that ever cool? From what I’ve learned, it’s much better to have people make things for you.
You need to try new things, it’d be good to broaden your horizon.
Eh. My horizon’s pretty broad, I just don’t take panoramas.
I think your camera’s broken.