Don't think about it. That was sound advice. Sam had to focus on other things. Like how hideous that large woman in orange was - the one who was busy kneeling over, trying to fasten her skates onto her feet. Bobby in a pink dress. Woman in orange. Naked Rub - Bobby in a dress, woman in orange, Bobby in a dress, woman in orange. It took much forced imagery and diverted thought before Sam was able to feel okay enough to rise from the bench. He carefully made his way out to the parking lot, only stopping momentarily to seek out Ruby's car before he found his door and slid into the vehicle.
Sam leaned back in relief, clearly more than happy to be rid of the formerly cold environment in which he nearly very well ridiculed himself in front of the masses within. "You're lucky I love you," Sam stated, tossing his jacket into the back, "otherwise I'd be calling you something completely - actually, you are a bitch. Total bitch. I love you, but you're a bitch."
Sam glanced over at her and raised a brow. "Also very mean."
He didn't even notice the music coming in from the iPod she had gotten setup on his behalf at first. It was only after he settled back in his seat again that Sam realized that it was the Doors. Of course.