““I just don't like the idea of going down that hole tomorrow with this thing hanging over you and me like..." She stopped and struggled for a good simile. "Like an open airplane storage locker?" I offered. (...) "I like the 'open airplane storage compartment' thing better. It means there's a journey with lots of baggage." "And things being balanced precariously," I added. "And a lack of closure," she said. "Ok," I admitted. "I could start bullshitting about frequent flier miles or something, but I cant really think of any more good ones.””
