"If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?"
He sat there and thought about it. Anywhere in the world? Trying to come up with an answer seemed almost impossible and instead all he could think about was how stupid a question it was.
"As in right this second? Or can I plan a trip for later?" he asked.
"Right this second."
He thought about it some more. It didn't matter how awkward the silence seemed to her, it didn't bother him. If he was going to answer her stupid question, she was going to have to wait until he was completely satisfied with his answer.
"I'd go to the record store," he answered confidently and without regret. She just looked at him as if he was mad. What kind of a person would go to a record store when they had the whole world as an option?
"Why would you go to a record store when you have the whole world as an option?"
Now that was a harder question for him to answer. Nothing ever drew him in like his favorite record store. It always smelled of old and dust, but was full of colors that never lost their vibrance even when they did. Looking at the album covers that people honestly thought were a great idea in their time was a fun past time because they're just silly now. It made him wonder what his kids would think was lame about him when they were born and had time to grow up a little.
"The record store has the whole world in it. Only it's so much better because it holds the world as it was in the past. We all wish we could travel back in time and I do every time I step in there," he said with poetic indignation.
"I think you put too much meaning into a store that's probably going to go out of business soon," she replied simply. What an idiotically obvious point.
"Maybe, but that's my answer regardless." She looked at him for a few seconds and looked away. She had been hoping for a different type of interesting answer.