me: dean, guess how much i’m getting back in taxes this year.
dean: $75.
me: no, guess again.
dean: i just guessed.
me: ok fine. $<insert witheld amount, which is waaaaaaay more than i have ever gotten before, but waaaaaay less than what’s required for, say, a trip to TURKEY.> isn’t that awesome?
dean: yeah. i’d say that’s worth a year’s rent.
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two things can be deduced from that conversation: 1) dean does not like guessing games. 2) i think i may be wearing out my welcome.
