short story ulet...
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Stale Crackers
“Told you we should have gone early. 5000 pesos down the drain.”
“You didn’t pay for those tickets, why bother?”
“I just hate seeing good money go to waste.”
“Coming from a shop-a-holic like you, somehow it doesn’t seem so convincing.”
“It’s times like this that makes me want to kill you, Paul.”
“Now, now, now. We don’t want that now, do we?”
“And when you die, take that slut Karen with you. That way you two won’t be so lonely down there.
“Karen this, Karen that. I thought you said we won’t to talk about her ever again?”
“Please crank up the air conditioning Paul.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“I said crank up the AC! God, is that so much to ask?”
“Then do it yourself! I didn’t drag Karen’s sorry ass into this conversation.”
“Would you just stop mentioning her name?”
“Okay, okay, you win. Jeez, PMS.”
“Make a left turn at the next intersection. I want to grab something to eat.”
“Ayon naman pala e! Why didn’t you say so? I think I have some crackers in the glove compartment. If you could just… What are you laughing at now?”
“Nothing. Just remembered a commercial.”
“The one with the crackers?”
“Uh-huh. Coincidence, no?”
“At least I’m not as stupid as that guy, blurting out the name of his chick and all... Shoot!”
“What? Just remembered something?”
“S-something like that. Know what, forget about those crackers. We’re near the pizzeria anyway.”
“But my tummy’s grumbling. If I don’t feed it now, I think I’ll pass out.”
“Come on, Sophie. Five more minutes won’t hurt. ”
“I will if you tell me the magic words.”
“My treat?”
“No. The other magic words.”
“Oh. Your sexy tonight.”
“Now you’re talking.”
“That pizzeria’s Hawaiian style pizza is mind-blowing. I think we should get that one. ”
“We never ordered their Hawaiian. How’d you know? Hey, ouch! Careful! Jeez Louise. What’s wrong with you? Want us killed?”
“N-n-nothing. Just didn’t see the traffic lights.”
“Right…”
“What are you doing?”
“Changed my mind. I think I want those crackers now.”
“Yes! I mean, no! You probably don’t want those crackers, Sophie. They have been there for a long time and I think they are stale.”
“Nah, I don’t mind. In fact, I like stale crackers.”
“S-s-since when?”
“Since I got this hunch that my boyfriend is hiding something inside his glove compartment.”
“H-h-ha-ha. F-f-funny.”
“I see. Now everything makes sense.”
“Sophie, honey, baby. I can explain. See, we both got so drunk we didn’t know what we were doing b-but nothing happened! Honest! You know I would never lie to you, baby.”
“TO PAUL, FOR GIVING THE GREATEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE.”
“Sophie, I-I-I can explain! See…”
“LOVE YOU,”
“Honey, you know I’ve always been faithful to you!”
“KAREN.”
“And there aren’t even crackers here.”
posted by the pragmatician @ 9/19/2005 07:44:00 PM
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