Me: I rented all of these!
The blonde: You did not.
Me: I rented one, anyway.
The blonde: Why do you keep pretending you want a chainsaw?
Me: I’m not pretending.
The blonde: You don’t like chainsaws.
Me: I do so.
The blonde: You’re afraid of them.
Me: I can be afraid of them and still like them. Like tigers.
Hardware store rental department. New Paltz, New York. This morning, around eight. Saturday. September 7, 2013. ( I rented one of their lawn mowers, which are not like tigers.)