"Oh, thank you Ansel. I love it, but I thought you hated Silverwood." (Silverwood is the local amusement park and Ansel finds the rides the opposite of amusing. We went last summer and while Corey and the girls rode the roller coasters, Ansel and I wandered around aimlessly, sticky from all the sugar particles floating in the air and suicidal from the repetitive carnival music. When you are merely an observer to the goings on at an amusement park, it can be the most horrific place imaginable. Obviously, I didn't have much fun either.)
"I did hate it," replied Ansel
"Then why did you write that?" I wondered
"Because I couldn't think of anything else to say."