A:
So apparently there is normal barley AND quick-cook barley.
B:
Ha! You're kidding.
A:
Yeah! I know it's ridiculous, like not only is barley a real thing, which is weird enough..
B:
Yeah, I kind of thought it was something that Tolkien made up, for destitute hobbits to eat or something.
A:
Yeah! Me too! Apparently, it's real, cause I had to go into Dominick's and ask where it was, and the guy directs me to the, like, aisle for hippies and woodland creatures, you know, where they keep the parts of the wheat that are normaly left for late winter when all the tasty stuff has been eaten, and critters are ingesting anything they can to make it through the winter. And then it's not even the right kind! It's like, Hey, Mother Nature, meets me halfway here, I'm eating BARLEY.
B:
What does She want from you? You know, I rode my back into work the other day and it rained on me! Looks like I've learned my lesson, I'm driving from here on out! I didn't sign up to be abused! Thanks for nothing!
A:
Preach it, man. You bike in, you're trying to be a patriot, and what do you get?
B:
Rained on! I'm not having it. How was it, by the way?
A:
How was what?
B:
The barley.
A:
Oh, yeah. I'm here to tell you brother, that stuff was delicious, seriously.