Thursday, October 9, 2008

Now? How about now?

I picked up Angela's dry cleaning and had returned it to her.

"There you are," I said tossing the clothes on Bob's old desk. "So, I guess the devil really does wear Prada."

"Ha ha, Noah. So very funny," she replied unenthusiastically. She examined the clothing and said, "Yes, well, that will do."

"So, can I get back to hunting villains now?"

She gave me a strange and creepy look (not that she has many others) and said, "I will send you out when the time is right."

"But it's 3:14!" I complained. "The time is right!"

"Hmmm...I'm not feeling it," she moaned in that dreadful old lady voice of hers.

"What about now?"

"Still no."



"How about--"


I could tell I was wearing her down. Any minute now she would crack.


"It's 6:15...that's gotta be the right time."

"It's not," she responded.



"How about now?"

"Still no."

"What about--"



Elizabeth said...

You will sure need a big cup full of decaf! (And you know who to ask for decaf, right?) (No, not Sylar. Guess again.)

Anonymous said...

I think Mama wants you so bad, Mr Bennet.