The Skimmer and I are at Starbucks. It's raining outside and jazz is playing on the stereo. I said to The Skimmer, "You know, I don't think there's anything I really hate."
"Hate? What do you mean?"
"Well, you know how people are all, I hate sports, or I hate SUVs, or I hate whatever. I was just thinking that I just don't hate much."
"You hate science fiction."
"You hate action movies."
"Well, that might be true. But maybe not. You always tell me I'd like them if I'd give them a chance. And I probably would. I think the only reason I say I hate them is.... I'm just being a brat."
"You? Well, imagine that."