i make you laugh.
like the time when after finally finding street parking in the busiest part of queens, ny, you asked me to quickly put the last of our quarters in the meter. so i zoomed out of the car and popped those quarters in like there was no tomorrow... only to find out that i was in front of the wrong meter.
it was like slow motion... the last quarter dropping in, you desperately calling out my name and helplessly pointing to the meter i was supposed to feed... and me looking from my meter to yours wondering how in the world i could've screwed this one up.
but you laughed.
and i like it when you laugh.