Le Talkie Walkie

Sitting at the bar yesterday afternoon, slightly sozzled, slightly bored by the singing of the man in the red shirt and offensive black vest and bolero tie, I found myself imagining the phone conversation being conducted on the other side of the closed door.



"dude, where are you? You were meant to be here 15 minutes ago"

"No way, I'm just going to buy her one more beer, I swear I saw her hands twitch just a second ago. One more beer bro!"

"Wtf are you talking about?"

"Maybe she'll take her hands off the bench from where I can see them if I buy just one more beer! Maybe she'll put them somewhere I can't see them, if you know what I mean..."

"What did you just say? Look, are you coming to dinner or not. We're about to order - pork or beef?"

"Huh? Oh, I mean, twitchers are such nerds don't you think?"

"seriously, get on your fucking bike and get here already"

And ... fin