K and I decided to go out Sunday night to meet up with a few friends in Chinatown for dinner, and I was feeling particularly lazy so I proposed that we take a cab rather than wrestle with the weekend trains.
"It'll be faster." I said convincingly, knowing full well that a taxi would most likely take twice as long with the traffic.
During the ride downtown, I joked about how much I had been eating lately. We had a string of birthdays and anniversaries dinners recently, and as the weather warmed, we had indulged more in sidewalk cafes as of late.
As we arrived at the restaurant, I pulled out my wallet.
"I'll get the cab," I offered. After all, it was my idea to taxi 60+ blocks rather than walk the four blocks to the nearest subway station. "You get dinner?"
"Sure." K chuckled. Then he randomly proceeded to tell me a story about when he was a child and visited his uncle who had a small farm in upstate New York.
"...and I said to him, 'Uncle, your horses are so beautiful!' You know what he told me?"
"What?"
"'They ARE beautiful, but they sure are expensive to feed."
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