"When it makes this sound, does that mean it's paper?"

She was crinkling up a piece of cellophane, like the kind that greeting cards are wrapped in. It was making that crinkly sound that fresh paper kind of makes when you crumple it up. I tried to tell her that if it's clear, it's probably not paper. You have no idea how surprised she looked. "oh, REALLY?" I dunno, maybe she's trying to undermine the Japanese recycling empire. Why, I may never know. Sometimes the things she says or does makes me think that she's really some secret agent with a subversive plan. Sometimes that's the only explanation that makes any sense.