“Have you been watching the Winter Olympics?” Brandon asked Kayla as they waited in line at the coffee shop.
“No. I can’t be bothered,” replied Kayla.
Brandon guffawed. “I can’t believe that. It’s so inspiring.”
“What?” challenged Kayla. “A bunch of ‘roided up athletes doing things that have no value in the real world? No thanks.”
“It’s people like you that make the world a miserable place. I see opportunity,” said Brandon.
“Alright,” said Kayla. “I’ll play your silly little game. What opportunity?”
Brandon’s face lit up. “I’m gonna move to some warm weather country. I’ll start a curling team and become an olympic athlete.”
A smile formed on one side of Kayla’s face and a sneer formed on the other. They met in the middle and created an expression the envy of evil geniuses everywhere.
“What country would take you?” she asked.
“I dunno. Belize. Why not? It’s a great PR scheme.”
“Whatever. You’re still ancient.”
“It’s not without precedent. Remember the Jamaican bobsled team back in 1988?”
“No. I wasn’t even born yet,” scoffed Kayla. “Stick to something more age appropriate, like bingo.”
Brandon shook his head. “That hurts. It’s not nice to crush somebody’s dream.”
“If dream crushing was an olympic event, I’d win gold for sure,” gloated Kayla.