Her: This museli is good.
Him: I don’t like it.
Her: It’s orangy tasting.
Him: That’s what I don’t like about it.
Pause.
Her: It’s good.
Pause.
Him: Hold on a second. You said, “This museli’s good.” Then I said, “I don’t like it.” Then you said, “It’s orangy tasting.” Then I said, “That’s what I don’t like about it.” Then after a pause you said, “It’s good.” Is that right?
Her: Yes.
Pause.
Her: I wonder what it is.
Him: What what is?
Her: The orange taste.
Him: Wait a second.
He leaves. Returns with a laptop computer. Sits with the computer in his lap.
Her: You’ve been reading too much Beckett.
Him: Sweetheart, I need your support.
He types.
Her (pointing): Look, a new cat.
Pause.
Her: I don’t like cats like that.
Him: What did you say after I said that that’s what I don’t like about it?
Her: “It’s good.”
Pause.
Her: You’re never going to catch up.
Pause.
Him: Do you want to hear it?
Her: Sure.
He stands holding the computer and reads the above through “You’re never going to catch up.”
Him: “Pause. Her: It looks like the cross between a cat and a rat.”
Her: Who says that?
Him: You do.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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