Yesterday, I got into the car with Matt, and a pesky, ugly, good for nothing mosquito followed us in. Just as Matt was about to start driving, I leaned over and smashed it.
"A mosqito," I explained. "You should thank me. You could have died."
"Ha," he said, "but bugs like to bite you more than me, and you're the one that's kind of scared of them. Maybe you killed it more for you?"
I sighed. He just wasn't getting it.
"NO. I had a G&T last night, so I'm protected from Malaria." (This is totally true. And just another reason that G&Ts are the best drinks ever) "You stuck to beer, so you're vulnerable."