Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Pals.txt

A and B are standing.

A: Did anything happen to you at work?

B: Nothing unusual.

A: No crab-walkers?

B: No but there was this woman that came in and kept asking me where the aspirin was. I was telling her. I guess she didn’t get it. She acted like she was from this country but I don’t know.

A: I saw a man’s nude belly today. On the bus. He was wearing a half-shirt. Like only the top half. He was just letting it all hang out.

B: Good for him.

A: So what do you want to do? I don’t have to go home until ten tonight.

B: You’re like a teenager.

A: I wish I were. If I were a teenager I would just be silly all the time.

B: Being a teenager was fun.

A: What part did you like the most? Push-ups? Macking on ladies? Wearing Umbras and chasing pigeons outside of McDonalds?

B: No.

A: I had fun for a while but sooner or later you get tired of it.

B: You became post-pubic.

A: Yeah I guess. I should have had a coming out.

B: Yeah you should tell your family.

A: (beat) Uncomfortable silence.

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