Two people riff on relationships and self-awareness. One realizes they might be the problem in their dynamic, not their partner. They trade jokes about Indian parents, compound interest, and why someone owns way too many fishing poles.
Whoa. Chicago. Wow. Now, this is what I'm talking about.
Making life harder than it needs to be. That's the theme of Chicagoans. And also Indian parents. Yeah, I run it through my head with a resentment lens every night.
Show me the compound interest calculation. I've been waiting all night.
Did you see eye rolling?
Yeah.
Everyone saw it. That was so hot.
Let's go home.
And get fried.
Wrap it up.
Feelings are hard for him. Calls me a robot. How many fishing poles do you have? Maybe about eight. Is that normal? I mean.
Okay, okay. God, if I include the kids in.
My ice fishing pole, sure. Maybe like, 20.
20. 20. Wait, that. Wait a minute. Thank you for flagging that. Yeah, that's not why I applied.
I definitely saw this coming.
