Conversation with Victor at a flea market:
me: Ooh, look. A severed snake head inside a glass egg.
Victor: I think that’s a crystal ball. It says your future is all full of rattlesnakes.
me: Huh. What’s yours full of?
Victor: Also rattlesnakes.
me: Aw. At least we have each other
Victor: Yes. Us and all these angry rattlesnakes. How incredibly comforting.