our beach house was without an internet connection. so tld and i borrowed one from a fancy high rise hotel. their signal wasn’t strong enough to pick up in a parking spot so we had to park illegally in the aisle. ten minutes after cracking open our powerbooks a security guard walked past our mini-van and started an animated conversation on his walkie talkie.

tld: i think we should go.
me: why? what do you think he will say?
tld: i’m not afraid of what he’ll say, i’m afraid of what you might say.