I knocked on August’s door this afternoon to ask about CD he’d borrowed and, while waiting for a grunt/response, I decided that if he wasn’t there I’d go into his room and “take a looksee”. And then I thought…
“Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you just say looksee?”
Yeah. I guess.
“Looksee? Look-see?”
Yeah, I mean, you know, it wasn’t anything I just–
“–just what? Who the hell says looksee?”
I dunno. People.
“Do you have a child?”
No.
“Are you an emasculated divoree in his late fifties?”
Not yet, ha-ha. No.
“Then why are you saying looksee?”
Alright, this is retarded.
“Retarded? I’m not the one saying looksee.”
Okay, it was dumb and I don’t know anyone who says looksee.
“There we have it.”
But it doesn’t mean anything.
“Doesn’t it, Dave? Doesn’t it?”
Again, ridiculous.
“Again? I wasn’t the one ridiculous in the first place.”
Okay, right.
“That was you, my friend.”
(silence).
“What? Got something to say?”
Obviously not. Why else would I ignore you.
“Ooooooo. Look at me, I’m Dave. I like to ignore people.”
Allllriggghtt–
“–I’m so smart and mature that I can ignore anything that bothers me.”
Whatever.
“I can say whatever because I’m a product of the 1990s. Look at me, Mr. Ignoring Dave. I’m so big and mature everybody–”
–eh–
“–I’m Mr. Big And Mature Ignore Everybody Dave…”
