Rotisserie of Bad Decisions

Frankie (grimacing): “Have you ever thought about whether we’re just sausages turning on a rotisserie of bad decisions?”

Bob: “Why would I want to think about that?”

Frankie: “You think I can stop? Do you know what it’s like when your brain won’t let things go? Like, ‘Do you remember that time in third grade when you peed your pants during the school play?’”

Bob: “Do you think maybe a therapist would help?”

Frankie: I tried that. And do you know, she quit after three sessions? How can someone just walk away, saying something about the ‘hopeless absurdity of the human condition’?