There's this mutual apathy my sister and I have for each other's obsessions. It's more of a negligent inattention than anything. She would sometimes want to borrow my Rio Carbon and ask, "Hey Joe, can I borrow your iPod?"
"Oh-my-gawd, it's a Rio. A Rio! Not an iPod."
"Yah sure. So like can I borrow your iPod?"
"Fine."
Yesterday she asked, "Hey can I borrow that music player?" Now it's a music player. Not even a proper noun with a title, but this generic
music player description.
"At least could you call it an mp3 player?"
"M.P. like in
Music Player eh? It's a player with music right? Music player." Then we both laughed for different reasons.
I tried to make her understand by saying, "That's like me calling your Balenciaga, a white purse. Would you like it if I called it your white purse?"
"Oh-my-gawd, it's a handbag. A hand bag! Not a purse."
"Yah sure. Your purse.
