The scene: It's Thursday, July 21st. 11:00pm. Almost time for Rocco's to close up shop. Allie is Windexing the front most cake display window, her back toward the customers and the rest of the shop. She hums a tune quietly to herself, tending to her business only, when.....
Man: mumble mumble mumble mumble.
Allie: (realizing the mumbling is getting louder, nearer, and is directed toward her) Turns around. Smiles. I'm sorry, what was that, sir?
Man: Oh, you're not that girl. I thought you were that other girl.
Allie: Smiles again.
Man: It's probably better you didn't hear anyway.
Allie: Returns to her Windex.
Man: It's bad enough we're on a giant fault line.
Allie: Turns. Confused. Slightly annoyed.
Man: Do you know what a fault line is?
Allie: Short. And a bit offended by this man's condescending tone. Yes, I do.
Man: Well do you know what it is that makes faults shift?
Allie: Condescendingly thinks to herself "by 'makes faults shift' you must mean 'makes tectonic plates shift.'" No sir, I guess I'm not entirely sure.
Man: Emphatically. Homosexuals.
Allie:
Man: History proves it! You don't believe me, do you?
Allie: No sir, I certainly don't.
Man: You think I'm making this stuff up?!
Allie: No I don't think you made it up, I'm sure there are plenty of people who believe that, I'm sure you heard it somewhere.
Man: Sarcastically. Oh yeah, I heard it somewhere. What a brilliant answer. Walks away. Receives his chocolate Italian ice. Takes his leave.
What an idiot! It's crazy old men that make the faults shift. Not homosexuals. Geesh!
ReplyDeleteAmen, Dani! Should have been how I responded!
ReplyDeleteThere's an "in-bed" joke there somewhere.... :-)
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