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.
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?