A Conversation with the Boy

Boy: Wanna hear something cool?

Me:...okay.

*there is a strange whooshing noise*

Boy: Know what that was?

Me: No.

Boy: Canned Air! =D =D =D

Me: DUDE. THAT IS MY CANNED AIR, DON'T WASTE IT.

Boy: It's almost half gone.

Me: WTF I HATE YOU. You owe me a new can of air!

Boy:...did you buy me a tshirt?

Me: NO.

Boy: You should.

Me: I don't have a credit card.

Boy: Get one.

Me: I AM NOT GETTING A CREDIT CARD JUST TO BUY YOU STUFF.

Boy: Make me a sandwich?


etc, etc.