A Party it is
“Would you like to watch my apartment this weekend? I just got a new kitten and am to be away, I just want to make sure my other cats don’t injure her while I’m gone.” She says.
“Great! Just so you know, I really like my carpets.” She says.
“That’s swell….” I say.
“Yeah, so you know…. I really like my carpets.” She says again.
“I’m sure you do, it’s always a good sign when you enjoy your own things.” I say.
“I just want you to know, though, that I really like my carpets”
“Yep, I got that…. And just what exactly are you implying?” I say, as I begin to understand exactly what it is that she is implying.
“All I’m saying is that I really like my carpets.” She says, pretending to be innocent.
“Yeah, I’ll bet you do. I’m not planning on having a party, if that’s what you’re getting at.” I say.
“Well…. I’m just letting you know that I really like my carpets.”
“If you like them so much, maybe you should marry them.” I say.
“Just keep that in mind - ”
“That you’re going to marry your carpets?” I interrupt.
“- Incase anything should happen.”
“Well, as long as I’m invited to the wedding.”
“Okay, good.” She says, sounding satisfied.
“Just so you know, I wasn’t going to have a party until you brought up that whole carpet thing….”