My girlfriend: . . . anyway, so I have this book and now I have to get it to Angelina Jolie. [Author's note: oddly enough, this is actually true.]
Me: How are you going to to that?
Girlfriend: I'll FedEx it to so-and-so, who can give it to her.
Me: No, that's a terrible plan.
Girlfriend: Well how would you do it?
Me: I recommend having Angelina come over to our house for dinner, where I would be happy to personally hand her the book.
Girlfriend: Yeah, right. That makes no sense.
Me: But it would be more fun.
Girlfriend: For who?
Me: Uh, for me.