Tuesday Night
“May I have a ‘T’, please?”
“Oh, yeah… there…are… THREE OF THEM!”
(I can sit alone watching the Wheel and drinking a beer while you hide in the closet. Come out, come out, wherever you are, rings in my head. How silly of you to hide like that.)
“I’d like to buy a vowel, Pat.”
(Just once I want to hear, “I’d like to buy a fucking vowel, Pat.”)
“I’m sorry, Marge, there’s no 'you'.”
2 Comments:
I love this. It's short and quirky and makes you think in that half-awake daydreaming kind of way. There is so much to this moment, displaced into the Wheel of Fortune...which has its own double entendre.
Now I want only to hear that Fucking Vowel request too!
Rock on!
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