Yesterday, I posed a question to my girlfriend:
“Would you help me shave the cat?”
I asked this of her because I hate the cat, you see.
To which she replied, “Eh, if I don’t have anything else going on.”
Here I had surmised that asking her to spite-shave the cat with me might rank as one of the most unique requests made of her time that day. Apparently I was mistaken. I expected incredulity, or outrage, or even just a denial. Instead I was merely told that there might not be enough room in the schedule.
I had to see the schedule that would rank shearing the pet cat in anger as a maybe. I found it, and now I understand. Here:
I must admit, that shits is busy.