“Shitty things just keep happening, you know?” Says The Man.
“I know.” Replies Agatha. “I can’t even eat milk chocolate anymore.”
“I am the opposite. I’m fine with milk chocolate, but it’s the darker chocolate that I can’t eat. It gives me fevers in the stomache.”
“Dark chocolate is the better chocolate for you. I like to buy two of those Lindt balls and eat them. NO more than two though.”
Old Joe considers his input. “Two. Yeah right, I’ve never seen just two.”
“Oh stuff it Joe. That’s why I never give you one.”
Mary talks to herself and all others that care to listen just off in the corner of the small diner. “You know, if you spray bugs with soapy water they can’t fly away. It’s too heavy for them you see, and then you can kill them after.”
“What?” Old Joe replies. “What are you on about Mary?”
“These bugs. Soapy water slows them down.”
“Just roll up a newspaper and swat the pests away.”
“That never works on you Joe.” Agatha remarks.
“Ah stuff it Aggie.”
“I went to an Italian thanksgiving once and there was so much food.” Says The Man.
“So much food.” Agatha agrees.
“I ate so many desserts and sides of food. I can’t eat white mashed potatoes and butternut squash together though.”
“Oh yes not together.” Agatha agrees.
“It just doesn’t sit well after that.” Reports The Man.
“You can also use hairspray for the bugs.” Mary continues.
“Yeah, but hairspray stinks, and it is also sticky.” Agatha contradicts.
“You’re stinky and sticky.” Old Joe laughs.
“Sticky yes. Stinky no.” Agatha corrects, as the sun shines through the window and highlights her recently shaved chin.
“You know what I eat when I am depressed and upset?”
“Lots of chocolate?” Poses Agatha.
“Everything and anything.” Says The Man. “I’d eat the refrigerator door.”
“You must be depressed and upset all the time then.” Joe comically implies.
”Now you don’t mean that Joe.” Agatha demands.
“Of course I do Aggie. That’s why I said it.”
“Now Joe that’s just not right.”
“He’s right Agatha. These days just don’t seem to be getting better. Shitty things just keep following me around.” Says The Man.
“Well. Life only slows you down so that you have a chance to speed up again.” Mary kindly says.
“Yeah. Unless someone’s there to hit you with a rolled up newspaper when you’re slowed down.” Joe concludes.
All nod in agreement.
