Her: "...and, UGH! It's just so FRUSTRATING! I'm a better writer than her!"
Me, in a voice that's very quiet. Church-mouse quiet: "...than she."
The girl didn't hear. She just kept on with her mile-a-minute diatribe. But the guy heard. He stifled a half-snort, and flashed me a quick look. And, man, the look he gave me was... magical. It was like I had given him a moment of pure, private bliss. Like I had scratched an itch in his SOUL. His face said, in no uncertain terms, "You, buddy. You just made my NIGHT!"
These are the moments I LIVE for.