Lisa walks out the front door and sits down ready to enjoy a sunset glass of wine with Mike on his first night back in LA. Mike walks out behind her and tests the door just before he pulls it shut – which is fortunate as Lisa had, for reasons she cannot adequately explain, locked it as she walked out without her keys.
Mike: “Speaking of locks, I have a story from today.â€
Lisa: “Oooh, story. Good!â€
Mike: So I’ve learned that we have a very safe carpark here at the apartment.â€
Lisa: “Uh huh.â€
Mike: “When I went down this morning my car was unlocked.â€
Lisa (trying not to yawn): “Uh, huh.
Mike: “So, if we leave my car unlocked for three weeks then nothing will really happen.â€
Lisa: Uh huh. (Yawn). My car self-locks after ten minutes.â€
Mike: “My car doesn’t. It’s sort of like the front door. It needs you to pay attention to whether it’s locked or not.â€
There is a long pause.
Lisa: “Oh! You means I left your car unlocked three weeks ago after I took it to San Diego. That was the point of that story?â€
Mike: “I was trying to be gentle.â€
Lisa: “Well you were so gentle I was just thinking it was the most boring story ever. I’m pretty much still thinking that.â€