Thursday, January 26, 2012

Sometimes You Need a Yoda

     Teri let out a loud wail and buried her face in a tissue.
     “There, there,” said Christine, patting her crying friend on the back. “It’s going to be okay.”
     Teri lifted up her head, still sobbing. “Why did I ever fall for him? I knew he was a bad guy.”
     Christine handed her another tissue. “You fell for him because he was bad. We girls are just attracted to ruffians. Remember how Princess Leia couldn’t help falling for Han Solo, even though he was a reckless mercenary with a price on his head?”
     Teri blew her nose into the tissue. “I just don’t understand how he could leave me so fast. We were going to finish school together, and now he’s moving to Utah to be with that floozy he met on spring break.”
     Christine shook her head. “Just like when Luke abandoned Yoda and his Jedi training to be with his friends. It really shows what was most important to him.”
     “I just can’t believe it.” Teri dropped her head onto her friend’s shoulder. “It’s like he was powerless to her… and I just stood by when she made him dump me!” She began to cry again.
     Christine put her arm around Teri. “I know, I know… it’s like you’re in that scene when Luke thought he was ready to confront Darth Vader, but Vader cornered him and cut off his hand, causing his lightsaber to fall deep into the bowels of Cloud City.”
     Teri stopped crying for a moment and looked up at Christine. “Wait, who am I in that scenario? Luke or Darth Vader?”
     “Neither,” said Christine. “You’re the lightsaber.”
     Teri let out another wail and began to sob again.

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