Dean: [pointing out the window as we drive past a parking lot] “Hey, isn’t that your ex’s car?”
[We drive on in amicable silence. A few minutes pass.]
Me: “Let’s go back and pee on it.”
Dean: “Jeez, dude. Are we feeling a little bitter?”
Me: “LIKE THE HERBS ON A JEWISH TABLE AT PASSOVER.”
Although truth be told, I wasn’t feeling bitter at all.
I was feeling petty.
Dean has a lot to learn about the subtle complexities of my self-destructive emotional states.