Cody went to the party with his roommate, Dylan. He didn’t have anything to say at parties, but a man and woman joined him on the couch and gave him the what’s-your-conversation-starter look.
“I’ve got mold in my shower,” said Dylan. “I clean it off and it just comes back.”
The man, who wore a bowling pin tee-shirt, took a sip of his beer and said knowingly, “You have to install a G326 Turbo fan. Keeps your bathroom dry. Has to be turbo. You renting?”
Cody nodded. “Do it anyway,” said bowling pin tee-shirt guy. “Then when you move, take the turbo with you and put a cheaper model in.”
“Is it pink, black, or yellow mold?” asked the woman, who wore ankle sock garters. “Because one of them is really deadly. Do you feel sick?”
Cody shook his head. “Pink.”
“Then pink must not be the deadly one,” said ankle sock garter woman.
“I would have been surprised if it was,” said bowling pin tee-shirt guy. “I mean, come on. It’s pink.”