My starting roomies, Andee and Honey go out to the bar because Andee was craving currywurst and frankly neither of them can cook worth a damn yet. Andee’s the slightly agoraphobic, cynical, suspicious misanthropic type and Honey is an angel/doormat/sucker. Of course, it turns out to be ‘alien happy-hour’ in their local pub.
Andee: “Honey, how can you just talk to strangers? You don’t know these guys? They seem a little weird.”
Honey: “Andee, you think the mailman is weird.”
Andee: “Well he is. My commemorative Star Wars figurines never came. I swear he’s stealing our mail and only giving us the bills.”
Honey: “Andee, you can’t say things like that! It’s bad karma!”