I was talking to Karenna last night and I mentioned that my friend's daughter was asking about her. My friends kids are older, so when she asked about the son, I explained that he moved out and is at college now.
"I don't ever want to move out," she told me, "so I'm not going to college."
"You have to go to college," I told her, "I'm already paying for you to go. Plus you need to get a job."
"I don't want a job."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because you have to go to stupid meetings."
"What are you going to do?" I wondered what kind of answer I'd get this time.
"I'm going to be a fighter instead."
"So you want to be in the military like your Uncle Matt? He'd be proud of you." I said.
"No!" she said, "I want my job to be a fighter that works for them."
"She wants to work for Blackwater," Chris added after she walked away.
"I bet they have meetings," I said reminded of Grosse Point Blank, a movie Karenna is not allowed to see. Okay so it was not the same type of job, but you can see where my mind was going...
Mr. Grocer: [Marty and Grocer are shooting eachother] Comrade! Comrade!
Marty: What?
Mr. Grocer: Why don't you just join the union, we'll go upstairs together and cap daddy!
Marty: This union, there's gonna be meetings?
Mr. Grocer: Of course!
Marty: No meetings.
[Shoots.]
"She wants to be Zena," he reasoned. (Thanks, Chris for making Zena available to the kids via our Roku player. I hope you can explain to her that there is no real employment being an Amazon.)
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