I'm gonna be pretty much copypasting from the "headspace" tag on my LJ. Figured I might as well entertain/scare the crap out of the lot of you while Sexy is in for repairs and I'm unable to do anything that takes longer than half an hour.

They stood before the blackened and twisted scene of disaster. Half of a ferris wheel jutted haplessly from the wreckage, somehow having retained its bright and colourful paint job amidst the chaos.

The male the first to speak. "Well then," he exclaimed, breaking through the amazed silence that had settled over the area, "What have we learned today?"

"We learned that what government regulation considers to be safe and what actual carbon-based life forms consider safe are two entirely separate things, and should be treated as such," she answered, a touch of wonderment still in her voice.

"I was going to say, 'never buy tickets to a carnival that takes place in a mall parking lot,' but that works too."

They turned to leave, and she snuck one last look over her shoulder at the carnage, still a bit dazed. "I had no idea a malfunctioning tilt-a-whirl could toss a 180-pound human being that far."

"Friday would come first."

"What?"

"Remember when you said that a perfect example of time-wasting would be to put one's 'Days of the Week' underwear in alphabetical order, and you said that Monday would come first? You were wrong. Friday would."

"Huh. I guess so. Then it would go Friday, Monday, Thursday, Tuesday, Saturday, Sunday, Wednesday."

"Saturday-Sunday, then Thursday-Tuesday."

"Oh. Right."

"Who taught you to alphabetize, anyway?"

"Shut up."

"Okay, fine... loser."

Pause.

"Hang on, we had that conversation, like, a week ago."

"Yeah, so?"