Carboy:  Do you need this jar?

Me: No. I was going to toss it in recycling.

Carboy: I’m taking it then.

Me:  What for?

Carboy: I’m going to use it to save my navel lint.

Me: What???

Carboy:  Don’t look at me like that. I got the idea from one of the ballet’s that you watch all the time.

Me:  You are infirmed.

Carboy:  That one where the cabin moose carries around a giant wad of navel lint on a stick and kills the princess with it.

Me:  You mean Carabosse in Sleeping Beauty where the princess stabs her finger on a knitting needle and falls asleep for a hundred years waiting for Manuel Legris to come?

Carboy:  Seriously? That’s the story? It’s better the way I tell it with a giant wad of navel lint on a stick which, you have to admit, is pretty cool.

Me:  Why would… what???

Carboy: I’ve been inspired by ballet and you’re complaining?!

Me:  No, no… I think I’ll put the Sleeping Beauty DVD on right now. Do you want the lid for that jar?