Said It, Meant It

Releasing the Inner Bitch in All of Us

Friday, April 20, 2007

Hmm? No, No I Didn't Say That.

I spent a lovely evening at the theah-tuh last night taking in a small production called "Lawns," which happens to feature my little sister, the theah-tuh may-juh.

It also happens to feature a disturbing plot development that then madly derails what starts as an otherwise normal play seemingly about youthful angst. Plus, my sister paraded around in her underpants and smoked ersatz pot. But that's beside the point.

Sitting there waiting for the show to begin, I overheard the conversation of the two girls behind me. I did not need to turn around to ascertain their ages, as their inane chatter and cruel nature told me that they were no more than 19, or possibly Republicans. The conversation proceeded thusly:

"Huh, what's this play even about?"

"Dunno. How long do you think it is?"

"Mmmm, maybe an hour or two?"

"TWO HOURS?!"

"Well, I don't know! Maybe!"

... silence ...

"I wonder if anyone would ever, like, you know, come to this if they weren't, like, a student."

"Well, maybe. But I don't know how they would hear about it."

"Yeah. Maybe someone that didn't have any friends."

... looooong silence ...

"Wow, Megan ... that was pretty mean."

"What? What's mean?"

"Well, what did you just say?"

"What do you mean? Say when?"

"Didn't you just say that people who don't go here would only see the show if they didn't have any friends?"

"Oh ... oh, noooo! I didn't say that! I said, 'Someone who HAD friends who were IN THE PLAY!'"

"Oh."

"Yeah! No, I didn't say the first thing! God, Lindsey. I can't believe you think I'd say that."

"Yeah. Well, that's what I thought you said."

"No!! No way. I'd never say that. God, Lindsey. I wondered why you didn't say anything for, like, five minutes!"

At that point the house lights went down, allowing me to shake my head in peace and think about getting my tubes tied.

Friday, April 06, 2007

And I Also Need New Yokes for My Oxen

A coworker of mine called in sick to work today with, and I quote, "a bad case of dysentery."

What is this, a game of Oregon Trail?

I won’t be able to come to work on Monday, as I will contract scarlet fever this weekend after shooting a bear and fording a river in my covered wagon.