Conversa num estábulo… começou com eu me endireitando após largar uma das patas do cavalo que estava ferrando.

Eu (grunhindo): I’m tired.
Garota: Tired from what?
Eu: I worked too much this week already.
Garota: Already? Today is Tuesday!
Eu: We work too hard.
Garota: You don’t.
Eu: We sure do… actually, we work so hard it would kill regular human beings!
Garota: Oh, cry me a river…