Precious bean of awesomeness

The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.

She was not wearing a ring. It means something when a woman does not wear a wedding ring. Usually, it means that she is not married. “Seems your ring has also gone missing,” I said. I hoped her dress would join it.

Her red mouth curved upwards. She was smiling a little. “I don’t wear it outside. A diamond that large would only invite trouble.”

Rod Serling: "Meet Natalie: A self-obsessed, navel-gazing scrivener born without a detectable iota of empathy or respect."

Me: ". . . Wtf dude I'm just standing here."

Rod Serling: "She thinks she's going to take her groceries home and relax with a good book, but fate has other plans today. Before she finds her way home, she's going to take an unexpected detour . . . into the Twilight Zone."

FD: We can see the cat. Do you have an ETA on animal control?

Dispatch: Twenty minutes.

FD: Alright, we think we can get the cat.

Dispatch: Copy, we'll let animal control know.

FD several minutes later: We've got the cat.

Dispatch: Copy, do you still want--

FD, interrupting: Update, the cat DOES NOT like us.

Dispatch: ...so you do still want animal control, then?"

FD: Yes. Tell them the cat is in the engine.

Dispatch: ...are you also in the engine?