wednesday morning commute: fish edition.
My lovely roommate and best friend Catherine “commutes” with me on Wednesday mornings, since she works the early shift that day and I… well, I work early every day.
Sigh.
I ride in her car until she’s almost at work, then I hop off and catch a bus the rest of the way.
Two things you need to know:
1. Catherine is not a morning person. At all. By any stretch of the imagination.
2. I am an all-day person.
What this means:
1. I can talk coherently from pretty much the first second I’m awake (nanny and camp counselor represent!)
2. Catherine is not yet ready to understand anything I’m saying.
Which is what led to our conversation this morning:
Meg: Apparently, Buzz and Jen and their baby got some bad fish yesterday. They were sick all day.
Cat (with notable disdain): What is a batfish?
Meg: BAD fish. You know, like tainted?
(At this point, laughter ensues for MILES. Stomach-pain-causing, mascara-ruining laughter. Finally, I get out the question.)
Meg: What did you think a batfish was?
Cat: You know… like you can have silverfish. You know silverfish? Isn’t that a thing you get?
Meg: In your house, yeah. Like bugs?
Cat: Oh… ?
(More laughter ensues for miles and miles…)
Meg: But a batfish? What would that even look like? What would that even BE?
Cat: Well, they have catfish, don’t they? That rhymes!
And now you know why I love her so.
