From a conversation between college kids overheard in a bookstore:
GIRL: I don’t think I’ve ever bought a book.
GUY: You’ve never bought a book in your whole life?
GIRL: I don’t think so.
GUY: That’s a little weird.
Reminds me of the time a guy I knew in college told me he’d decided to halt his parade of one-night stands.
“So what did it?” I asked. And when he didn’t answer right away, I started guessing: Pregnancy? Crabs? Gulp. H.I.V.?
But I was way off. What finally — okay, temporarily — convinced him to stop was waking up next to a Richard Marx fan who only knew how to tell time on a digital clock, and who said, upon seeing my friend’s book collection, “those things get really dirty. You should throw them away.”