My boyfriend (E) and I, driving home from the polls last night.
S: So . . . are you hungry? Thinking we should get takeout or cook?
E: Hmm. Takeout. Not sure what though.
S: I’m starving. I could go for pizza, but I bet it will take a long time to deliver tonight. Indian? Thai? What do you eat when you’re watching election returns? I’m so nervous I don’t know if I can even eat.
E: We could get takeout from Whole Foods. The new one.
S: Good idea!
[distracted while driving down Main St.]
Who eats at the Chop House for dinner on election night?
S: Yeah. I’m glad we’re not going there!
[thinks a bit]
But we’re going to Whole Foods.
S: Then we’re the arugula-eating liberal jerks who go to Whole Foods. It’s so . . . stereotypical.
E: [turning the car around; rolling eyes] So where should we go?
S: How about Casey’s?