IM conversation, a few minutes ago:
Him: Hey, there’s a big protest going on out in the street around the office.
Her: Oh yeah? What is it about?
Him: I think they want me to quit my job and write a novel.
Her: …
Him: Oh, wait… It’s not about me.
Her: That would have been a great excuse.
Him: Yeah. « I had to quit! They demanded it! »
