My poor, stubby fingers.

Stars Hollow. Hey, Lane! Missed you! Lane appears to have taken some kind of aptitude test at school that has told her she's got a "genuine aptitude" for sales. She's upset that she's going to be schilling Whip-O-Matics for the next twenty-five years, and I'm surprised Rory doesn't ask Lane to be her advisor at Chilton. Lane says she doesn't want to be in sales. She wants to do something cool. Rory tells her that she doesn't have to be in sales. Um, I'm pretty sure she's going to have to run MamaLane's store someday. It's in Mrs. Kim's will: "Lane will run shop. She will not sell it or close it down. She will not hire floozies or troublemakers to ruin shop and drive it into ground. Lane will run shop like I do. With class. And thirty-five percent mark-up." Rory and I have the same pair of brown pants. She tells Lane that she's taking the aptitude test way too seriously. In ten years, they'll be having lunch in Paris and not discussing whether or not Lane made her quota.

CuteDean walks up and says hello. He asks Lane how she's doing. She says she's only as good as her last sale. Rory tells CuteDean to ignore Lane because she's crazy. He asks what they're doing. Rory says they're off to buy some shoes. Lane says she'll pick up a job application while she's there. "You will now face the wall quietly," Rory says. CuteDean was wondering if Rory would come by his softball game. She hasn't been to one of his games in weeks. Rory says they already have plans to see each other tonight, and she needs to do her philosophy homework. Eleven classes. CuteDean says she can do her homework at the game, only looking up every once in a while to see him swing or run. You know, like a girlfriend does. They make a joke about nihilistic theories. Rory says she will stay home, do her homework, and see him play next week. She promises to be there next week. A disappointed CuteDean says he'll be at her house at seven. What time's his game? What day is it? Why are they not in school? Kiss without feeling. CuteDean says good-bye to Lane. I hope they start dating.