Short Attention Span Theatre #9
"So, any Facebook news?" I asked, walking into Gloria's study."Well, everyone is putting up their local weather forecasts because I complained about how hot it is here," she said.
"Hot? It was only 97 yesterday. It's fall," I said.
"It was 65 in Vermont," she said. "And..." blah blah Charlie Brown's teacher. Thirsty. Dr. Pepper. Kitchen.
"Hey! You in the kitchen there--did you hear anything I said?"
"I think I, um, got the gist of it," I said.
"Well, I don't appreciate--"
"What are these new hamburger buns?" I said, picking up the package. "They look interesting."
"Oh, my God," she said.
I walked back into her study a few minutes later. "Any good e-mail?" I asked.
"Just from my boyfriend, who listens to every single word I say and always wants me to talk at greater length," she said.
"He does?" I asked.
"He does," she said, firmly.
"Sounds like a great guy," I said. "Can you put a deposit on him or something?"
"Argghhhh," she said.
"Hey, it's not Dr. Rusty Rusterson, is it?" I asked.
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