Thursday, May 27, 2010

Tiger, my friend


'You know that thinng that I was talking about the other day?'
'Oh, the thing with the pictures?'
'Yeah, the little stories with the pictures. What was it again?
'A book?'
'I know it's a book, what was it called?'
'I don't know, you wouldn't let me have a proper look at it.'
'I did, I gave it to you after I looked at it.'
'You put it back after you looked at it.'
'Did I? Sorry. You should have looked at it. It was lovely.'
'Mmm.'
'What was it's name again?'
'I don't know.'
...
'Are you hungry? I'm hungry.'
'Kind of.'
'Did you want something to eat?'
'Uhhh, okay.'
'What did you want to eat?'
'I don't know, what were you having?'
'I don't know, that's why I asked you what you felt like.'
'I'm not that hungry anyway.'
'Well I am. What do I feel like?'
'I don't know. There's leftovers in the fridge.'
'No, I had that for lunch.'
'Toast?'
'Ran out of bread.'
'Soup?'
'Too much effort.'
'Well, you're not going to find anything by going from fridge to pantry and just staring into space.'
'I'm not hungry anyway.'
'Mmm.'
'What did you want for dinner?'
...
'Did you remember to take the bins out?'
'Mmmm?'
'The bins. Are they out?'
'No, I have plenty of pins.'
'The bins. Did you take them out?'
'No. I thought you did.'
'I'm pretty sure you said you took them out.'
'Did I? I don't remember saying that.'
'I'm sure you did. You said that the recycling was about to overflow, and did I mind.'
'The time? It's 8.30.'
'What?'
'You asked what the time was. I told you.'
'Your clock is wrong. It's 9 now.'
'Is it really? How fascinating.'
'Yes, I'm sure it's riveting. I'm going to check if the bins are out.'
'Oh, don't bother, I took them out earlier. The recycling is about to overflow.'

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