So the other night, Brian and I were in the grocery store and chatting about something ridiculous. And he set down the shopping basket to make these huge hand gestures and get REALLY excited about the nerdiness of our conversation. And people stared.
Then he walked away to get hot dog buns.
As he was disappearing down another aisle, I yelled out to him, “You know what I love?”
“Well, that. And the fact that no matter how weird I am, you’re JUST as weird.”
“Nope. I’m definitely weirder.”
And then he disappeared. And people stared some more.
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