headTalk.

me: Did you bring your chapstick in?

big village: No, don’t need it either.

m: Sure you do, your lips looked pretty dry earlier.

bv: Nope, I’m good ‘til morning. I’ll tell you where it’s at though if you wanna go get it.

m: You don’t want me going through your stuff, messing everything up trying to find a little tube of chapstick.

bv: It’s right on top, easy to find.

m: Well, since it’s yours why not just go get it?

bv: Nope, don’t need it.

m: But if you had it in here you would use it.

bv: Yep.

m: So go get it.

bv: Don’t need it.

m: Ok, where’s it at?

(waiting until I’m out of my sleeping bag and have already pulled on my camp shoes)
bv: I don’t know, you’ll have to dig around my stuff to find it.

m: You suck.

bv: Yeah, but my lips are gonna feel good in a few minutes.

m: I thought you didn’t need it until morning.

bv: Yep.

(staring now at the zipper dangling from the top of the tent)
m: What would you do if I opened the tent and there was a toothless hillbilly staring back at me?

bv: I don’t know.

m: What would you do if I opened the tent and there was a bear staring back at me?

bv: Same thing as I would if a hillbilly was there.

At that I yanked on the zipper, sprang from the tent, rushed over to our packs, found the chapstick relatively easily and dove back into the tent zipping it closed behind me and welcomed the safety of my sleeping bag. I don’t know why I got so freaked out. Maybe because I had the theme music from Deliverance stuck in my head earlier during the day.