Trailhead Keeps Her Day Job

The scene:

Borders. Our regular babysitter had come over to take charge of TK, and we are spending the evening kicking around, kid-free. Bladerunner (God, he really needs a new name. I think I'll start calling him Mr. T.) had just picked up Salt: A World History.

Me: Who thought to write a book about salt? Why couldn't I think of that?

Him: You could think of something. What about coffee?

Me: Been done. Several times. Maybe nose hairs.

Him: See? There you go. Nose hairs and...how they've shaped history.

Me: The nose hairs of the presidents. Presidential nose hairs.

Him: That's it.