So it's something like ten o clock on a Saturday night, and we're wandering around a suburban shopping centre looking for bedsheets [I'd like to interrupt here and point out that I'm highly aware that I used to be glamorous. Invites. Cocktails. High heels. Oh, how the mighty have fallen and insert sigh here.]
St Mary: [Frustrated] Why are all these sheets for single beds?
Mush: Because only single people shop at KMart for sheets.
St Mary: I'm not single.
Mush: Yes you are.
St Mary: ** ** ** ** ....Oh. I am.
That leap is a funny thing. It hits you over the nose at the strangest of times.
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