“How long do you think it’s been since the waitress last stopped by our table?”
“I dunno. Twelve minutes?”
“Wrong. Try nineteen.”
“Wow, really? Nineteen minutes?”
“Nope. Try thirty-seven.”
“It definitely hasn’t been thirty-seven minutes.”
“True. You don’t have to keep guessing the numbers I’m suggesting.”
“…I hate this game.”
“Taco chips taste just about as exciting as being in Mexico would be.”
“That is a ridiculous statement,” said Angie.
“I don’t think so,” said Alice. “I’ve been to Mexico, and it wasn’t very exciting.”
“This is probably the lamest conversation I have ever transcribed,” said Harold Garfinkel, the ethnomethodologist.
His cold silhouette was hunched over. He wasn’t even enjoying his cigarette. It was like a chore to him. He took his stabs at it quickly while he paced around on the balcony.
He always blew the smoke upwards. This was probably the only time his eyes looked towards God.
Charlie Dunn is a college student who also wrote Full Count and Tracer Bullet.