9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for January 09, 2005
Transcript:
"Seth, why are you rummaging through my handbag?" "I'm always fascinated to see what a person keeps in her purse... It's the mirror of the soul." "How poetic." "Pepper spray?" "Got it in one." "But I thought you were some sort of black belt." "I am." "Well, what do you need pepper spray to guard against?" Dull conversation." "There's nothing like the stillness of a guy weighing his words in terror." "You wouldn't dare."