“I’m going to make tacos, I think. We’ve got leftover veg and we probably shouldn’t let it go bad.”
“Tacos are fine.”
“I told Janelle — you remember Janelle? From work? Wore that hideous green dress to the Christmas party two years ago?”
Silence.
“You’d remember if you saw her. Anyways, I told Janelle I was going to make tacos tonight and, can you imagine…
