Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Twenty Four SEVEN

I enter the freshly rearranged living room with my coffee. I sit on the sofa, now in front of the window, look around and frown. Ken enters the room with his own cup and sits in a chair.

Me: This arrangement is not working. I don't like it at all.
Him: Oh, no?
Me: I have to make some changes.
Him: Damn. I knew this would happen sooner or later.
Me: Yep, it's just not comfortable like this.
Him: Okay. I guess now I can pursue that hot young cashier at Busch's.
Me: I mean the furniture arrangement, Ken.
Him: Oh.

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