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?

Carboy:  So when are we going back to San Francisco?

Me: January. San Francisco Ballet is doing Onegin.

Carboy: Which one is that?

Me:  It was the last thing that Manuel did at the gala.

Carboy: Remind me of the story.

Me: Tatiana falls in love with Onegin but he’s a jerkwad, there are complications, years go by, blah, blah, blah, Onegin comes back but Tatiana is already married and moved on. She wrote him a love letter in the beginning and in evil irony he writes her a love letter at the end so she rips it up and sends him packing.

Carboy:  Nice.

Me: But didn’t you think that Manuel was so repentant and pathetic that she should have given him a second chance?

Carboy: No, she’s married.

Me: But for Manuel… he was so sorry, he lay down at her feet.

Carboy: Married.

Me: Maybe she doesn’t even love her husband.

Carboy: Married. Besides you snooze, you lose.

Me: Is that what we are calling Onegin from now on?

Carboy: Exactly, its now the you snooze, you lose ballet.