10:28 a.m.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Machine. "Hey. Read the notes. Whoa."
Wait.
12:18 p.m.
12:18 p.m.
Ring. Ring. Ring. "YOU ARE RELENTLESS!"
"Ha. Knew you were home."
"I'M WRITING..!"
"Good for you. So...these notes...."
TIME CUT TO:
2 minutes later.
"So, now I've got you on the phone. You have to help me with a story problem."
"Okay. Shoot."
"Paintball?"
"They did paintball."
"What about a hike?"
"They did that. I was thinking spinning."
"Spinning's good. Like that really needed that extra bit of marketing."
"Riding a stationary bike, not good enough."
"Exactly."
"I used to think spinning was, actually, like, spinning."
"Yeah, like breakdancing without the music."
"That would be pretty funny."
"Yeah."
"Okay. I gotta write this. I'm two days behind."
"Fine, okay."
"Right. Go fuck yourself."
"You too."
CLICK.
"Damn. I wanted to tell him I was going to go see Borat this afternoon. Heh heh."
1 comment:
Completely unrelated....I see you're using the new version of Blogger...the beta version.
How is it treating you? I'm afraid I'll switch over and lose everything.
Fodder for a post sometime...
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