Ruby: Can’t hear you.
Ruby: I apologize. It wasn’t that I “can’t” hear you; it’s more like I’m not listening.
Ruby: Ginger, you cannot expect sympathy when you do injury to yourself.
Ginger: Yes, I can.
Ginger: Because you do.
Ruby: …oh, poor Ginger – what happened?
Ginger: I walked into a table.
Ginger: No, but the truth is so ridiculous, no one would believe me.
Ruby: Try me.
Ginger: Can I just make up a story that is impossible to believe?
Ruby: Is your actual injury a result of watching your iPad more closely than where you were going?
Ginger: No. But I could say that, if people will believe it.
Ruby: Were you texting and walking?
Ginger: No. I actually get annoyed by people who do that.
Ruby: You get annoyed by people.
Ginger: This is true.
Ruby: What happened?
Ginger: I was washing the dishes.
Ginger: I dropped a plate.
Ginger: I tried to catch it…with my foot.
Ginger: It bounced – luckily – but it bruised my foot.
Ruby: You’re right. No one will believe that. What else do you have?
Ginger: Aliens, vampires, zombies and Bigfoot.
Ruby: Stick with the door.
Ginger: But you haven’t heard how they all fit together!!
Ruby: …that’s all one story?!
Ginger: I had to make it unbelievable.
Ruby: …I don’t know what I was thinking.
Ginger: I rarely know what I’m thinking. I find it’s more entertaining that way.