My friend Jack always takes ages to get ready. I don’t think he’s ever been on time. Some friends and I drove to his house yesterday to pick him up for a party. We were already running 20 minutes late and he was still on the couch in his underwear. He tried to hurry through the routine but it just took so long; we must’ve been there for over an hour. At one point Jack wandered through the lounge room with a can of deodorant; he applied a ludicrous amount. “Hurry up,” said Bill (one of the friends I was waiting with.) “You don’t even need deodorant.”
“What do you mean?” said Jack. “I’d say it’s the most important thing.”
“You’re covering your natural scent,” said Bill. “The best suited mating partner won’t be able to sniff you out.”
“Whatever,” Jack replied, with tone of a teenage girl. “You can find your strongest mating partner – I’m looking for someone out of my league.”
“What do you mean?” said Jack. “I’d say it’s the most important thing.”
“You’re covering your natural scent,” said Bill. “The best suited mating partner won’t be able to sniff you out.”
“Whatever,” Jack replied, with tone of a teenage girl. “You can find your strongest mating partner – I’m looking for someone out of my league.”