Bassie: (buttering her toast) I love the smell of sourdough in the morning.
Me: Hey! That’s from a really good movie called “Apocalypse Now”. I mean, not the “sourdough” part.
Bassie: I love the smell of ‘what’ in the morning?”
Me: Nepalm.
Bassie: What’s that?
Me: An explosive.
Bassie: Oh! So he loves the smell of explosives in the morning?
Me: Well, they’re in a war; and he’s sort of crazy.
Bassie: Oh…(and then she returns to her original statement, but it now carries a faint, almost imperceptible whiff of the self-consciousness and self-satisfaction that comes from knowing that you are referencing a movie quote) I love the smell of sourdough in the morning!
Congratulations, Bassie! You are now ready to be a pretentious college Freshman!
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