"Well, given you're being the chivalrous knight in... " She looked at him for a moment, then around the van before continuing with, "... a warm jacket and van with gas, I'm sure as shooting not aiming to hurt... and that was probably the worst way to put it, considering," she finished drily, rolling her eyes at her own comments, then figuring it was better to answer his question before she managed to make any more of a fool of herself. She didn't give him any chance for a response as she quickly started to talk.
"I was doing a 'loaves and fishes' act for a couple over on Willard Street, who have a funny idea of a dozen or so people for a dinner party, when they really meant 42, though I really don't think they even realised it was that many themselves as I don't think the left hand let the right hand know who they'd been inviting. And there are a whole lot of similies in there if you think about it, from the Last Supper right through to the answer to life, the universe and everything along with the restaurant at the end of the universe and the dolphins telling us so long and thanks for all the fish." She stopped, glanced over at him, and huffed a soft laugh as she wondered if he would be considering dropping her at the gas station and keeping on driving. She had a tendency to jump from one thought to another, and leave people floundering in her wake trying to figure out just where her mind was heading, or just not even wondering, but giving up trying to follow what she was saying.
"And I had to do a bit of driving around for those loaves and fishes, and didn't remember to fill up," she finished with a self-deprecating grin. "A blow for women libbers the world over. They'll probably revoke my non-existent membership..."
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Re: Lost Sleep
Date: 2016-01-19 05:52 am (UTC)"I was doing a 'loaves and fishes' act for a couple over on Willard Street, who have a funny idea of a dozen or so people for a dinner party, when they really meant 42, though I really don't think they even realised it was that many themselves as I don't think the left hand let the right hand know who they'd been inviting. And there are a whole lot of similies in there if you think about it, from the Last Supper right through to the answer to life, the universe and everything along with the restaurant at the end of the universe and the dolphins telling us so long and thanks for all the fish." She stopped, glanced over at him, and huffed a soft laugh as she wondered if he would be considering dropping her at the gas station and keeping on driving. She had a tendency to jump from one thought to another, and leave people floundering in her wake trying to figure out just where her mind was heading, or just not even wondering, but giving up trying to follow what she was saying.
"And I had to do a bit of driving around for those loaves and fishes, and didn't remember to fill up," she finished with a self-deprecating grin. "A blow for women libbers the world over. They'll probably revoke my non-existent membership..."