So, my girlfriend knew I have been wanting to go to PHX to check out Bobs motorcycle salvage (or what ever it's called . . .) this week while on vacation. Last night I told her I was going 'to Phoenix'.
This afternoon, I called her to tell her that I picked up her kayak on my way home from Phoenix (heading to Mexico with the 'yaks in the morning). She asked if I found the [motorcycle] parts I wanted.
"yes, I got exactly what I went for"
"really? So you can finish the Honda?" (I have a Honda rat-bike~ish project in the garage)
"uh . . . almost."
"But you found the parts . . . right?"
"uh, yea. I got [cough] lots of [cough] parts . . . "
<< long pause>>
"Lots of parts????"
"um, yea."
<< long pause >>
"did you buy *another* bike?"
"uh . . ."
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