Ginger: I love typos.
Ruby: …your ways are strange to me.
Ginger: I had to proofread a summary report at work today that was providing information on various employment laws in various countries. It had a fascinating typo.
Ruby: Which was?
Ginger: Employers have a duty to protect employees from dancers that could reasonably be expected to cause injury or illness.
Ginger: It’s supposed to be “dangers,” not “dancers.”
Ruby: I don’t know…dancers are pretty tricky.
Ginger: While this is true, it’s probably not what Canada was trying to spell out.
Ruby: Are you sure? Canada is not known for its whimsy. Maybe they really distrust dancers.
Ruby: What are you doing?
Ginger: I’m trying to think of famous Canadian dancers.
Ruby: Have you come up with any? No cheating – stay off Wikipedia.
Ginger: IS DANCING ILLEGAL IN CANADIA?!
Ginger: We need to Footloose Canadia. Right now. Let’s go.
Ruby: Wait – we need a second opinion. I have a co-worker who spends half the year in Alberta. Let me text her before you start breaking out your…I don’t even know what to expect from you right now…
Ginger: Hair gel? Excessive bracelets? Walkman? Kenny Loggins? All of these would be correct guesses.
Ruby: I can’t believe I just texted my co-worker – who often carpools with me – if she can confirm or deny dancing is illegal in Canada…
Ginger: Ahh, the context-free-text-bomb…I’m finally rubbing off on you!
Ruby: Still no reply.
Ginger: Tell her if it is illegal, we’ll need to Footloose Canadia.
Ruby: No. I’m…just no.
Ginger: It’s like you want me to get arrested for kicking off my Sunday shoes and asking Louise to pull me offa my knees.
Ruby: Or she’s away from her phone. Or she thinks I’m drunk.
Ginger: The wait is killing me!
Ruby: Oh! She wrote back…
Ginger: What did she say?
Ginger: Wait…maybe she was denying our plan to Footloose Canadia!
Ruby: “Our” plan?
Ginger: THEY GOT TO HER, RUBY! We need to Footloose …what’s your friend’s name?
Ginger: WE NEED TO FOOTLOOSE DAISY! Quickly! To the KevinBaconMobike!
Ruby: If there was such a thing as “the KevinBaconMobike,” I still would not be getting on it.
Ginger: Yes, you would.
Ginger: What if it’s a KevinBaconMobike built for two?
Ruby: Not even, and maybe especially not, then.
Ginger: Is it because you think it’s shaped like Kevin Bacon or because you think it’s made out of Kevin Bacon?
Ruby: …your brain goes to very strange places. I was not thinking of either option.
Ginger: Your fear of a bicycle built for two, by Kevin Bacon, is unfounded and unfair to Kevin Bacon.
Ruby: Kevin Bacon is not a bicycle builder.
Ginger: You can’t know that for sure.
Ruby: I can. And do.
Ginger: YOU KNOW KEVIN BACON?!
Ruby: There are some degrees of separation…
Ginger: ME TOO! How else do you think I got the KevinBaconMobike?
Ruby: I’m sorry – who is steering this monstrosity in your world view?
Ginger: …Kevin Bacon?
Ruby: I don’t think so.
Ruby: I am not getting on a bicycle built for two, steered by you. Self preservation forbids it.
Ginger: HEY! I resemble that remark!
Ruby: I know.