Scene: Orphanage on the Outskirts of the City; 3 pm
Seven-year-old boy: “I’m fatherless.”
Me: “I know. I’m sorry.” [Pause.] “Um. I don’t have any brothers or sisters.”
Seven-year-old boy: “What? That’s terrible. I’m sorry.”
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Scene: Our Office; 9pm
Colleague: “How long have we been working on this budget?”
Me: “Months.”
Colleague: “How long have we been working on this budget today?”
Me: “Twenty-nine hours today.”
Colleague: “Hahaha. Well, thank God you’re good at numbers.”
Me: “Budgets are funny. Hahaha.”
Colleague: “Hahahahahahahahahaha.”
Me: “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.”
Another Colleague, entering: “What’s so funny?”
[Confused silence.]
*
Scene: Our Living Room; 11 pm; James Bond Movie Projected onto Wall
Colleague: “I like watching James Bond movies. Our lives look really boring in comparison.”
Me: “Compared to James Bond, we are living in a little cottage surrounded by a white-washed picket fence with our husband and two-point-five children.”
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