December 6th, 2006
Spam-a Lam-a Ding Dong
Wow, Christine, what is a feathery bootleg? Is it like a bootlegged CD? And what are the feathers for? Wait, no, you know what? Don’t even tell me; just send me one. Whatever is is, I want it.
Nope, sorry, Nettie, it’s still Wednesday. Hang in there.
No thanks, Wilda, I’m fine as a member of the middle class. OK, OK, I know, there really is no middle class anymore, especially not in L.A. I heard all about it on NPR. But poverty? Nah, you can do it if you want to, but it’s just not my bag. What? Oh, I said, “not my bag.” It’s an expression from the ’70s, I think. It means it’s really just not my thing. No, I don’t know where it came from… you know what, Wilda? I just don’t want to do poverty, OK? Why would I if I don’t have to? I work hard for my money! Geez, get off my back.
And NO, Ruairi, didn’t you hear me tell Nettie?! Calm down and be patient! It’s 6:44; we get to leave work in 16 minutes, then we’ve just got Thursday and Friday. I don’t know what you’ve got your knickers in a bunch for. Just settle right on down! Sheesh!!!!
