Driving my friend and neighbor (whose car is in the shop) V—– through downtown G——.
Graffiti, graffitied dildos everywhere.
We’re stopped at a stoplight.
I hear V—– say, “Aw, someone drew a dildo.”
I am very confused. This is not the V—– I know.
I say, “Yeah, I’ve seen a lot of them. There was one that said happy birthday over it, and someone’s name underneath.”
V—– says, “Aw, that’s sweet.”
More confusion. I say, “I think it’s an insult.”
We keep talking.
“I think a child drew it,” she explains. “It’s not well done. It’s low to the ground.”
“Maybe,” I say.
“It’s a cute Pokémon.”
“What?” I ask.
“Ditto,” she says.
I suddenly notice she’s pointing to a blobish smiley face painted on a telephone pole which assumedly is this “Ditto” Pokémon. I have been talking about dildos this whole time with someone talking about a cartoon character.
I couldn’t tell her.
The light turned green.
I drove on.
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