Friday, June 13, 2008
(Scene opens on an Ann Taylor; track lighting, sales racks, 40-something sale associates and all. L. diligently browses the racks while I absentmindedly flip through a couple of marked down shirtdresses.)
Me: (looking around) You notice anything, L.?
Her: (not looking up) No...what?
Me: You're the youngest person in here by about...30 years.
Her: (turns away from rack and looks around) Oh shut up.
(The two stand around while L. continues going through the racks. She stops abruptly.)
Her: Let's get the fuck out.♦DiggIt! ♦Add to del.icio.us ♦Add to Technorati Faves