He (to nobody in particular): They’re all a bunch of clowns. Did you listen to the news? I can’t believe what they do. Crooks. They’re crooks. We should get rid of all of them, I tell you. We’d be better off. Health care. Sure. That’ll be the day. And how about that trial? Right up the block. Do you know what it’s going to be like? A circus. You think we’re late to work now? Wait till the trial begins. We’ll never get here. Not that that would bother me. Still, what were they thinking? Clowns. Or worse. I would use stronger language if there were no ladies present. And this is going to be some winter. I don’t even read the paper anymore. It makes me sick. Of course nobody reads anymore so I guess I’m no different. But this craziness has to end. We never should have gone in there in the first place. If they asked me.
She (about to exit): Why don’t you shut up for once? You think you could do a better job? Give it a try and then complain.
He (after door closes): Geez. What’s her problem? I’m just saying. . .
-- sdh
funny - i've felt exactly like both of these people on one occasion or another. found poem!
Posted by: Emma Trelles | November 25, 2009 at 09:52 AM
I feel as Emma does. But the line I like the most is, "Why don’t you shut up for once?" How often I have felt like uttering those words. But one has to be careful -- they can have unintended consequences, since sometimes the loudest mouths have the thinnest skins.
Posted by: DL | November 25, 2009 at 12:45 PM