a few minutes ago, i was 24 years old . . .
297 months old
1,290 weeks old
9,030 days old
216,727 hours old
13,003,200 minutes old
780,192,000 seconds old
give or take.
lately i've been inventing a lot of terrible hypothetical dilemmas. well, a lot of "which is worse?"-type questions. which reminds me of "so i married an axe murderer":
tony: okay, i got another one! what's worse: the cable goes out and you're left with synchronized swimming, or . . .
charlie: okay . . . or, you're stuck on the bay bridge in traffic and you've just had two strong cups of coffee and three bran muffins.
harriet: no, wait. i have a good one. what's worse? you go to a restaurant, your favourite restaurant, order your favourite meal, take a bite . . . and under the steak is a scabby band-aid. all: or . . .
susan: or . . . or . . . being electrocuted.
tony: and?
susan: that's it. i was electrocuted once. it was horrible.
harriet: oh, well, that's . . .
tony: that's a crying shame.
charlie: can we get our check, please? thanks a lot. (pause) electrocuted.
i like steak. (hold the band-aid)
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