"I'm a little frustrated - I'm making a body bag and that sewing machine is giving me grief."
". . . Wow."
"I know, right?"
"Well, cheer up - 'tis the season!"
"Oh, not to worry - recalcitrant sewing machines come and go. Tomorrow, another one will have an attitude and mine will be fine! (Pause) Also, I'm working on my vocabulary."
"Been hitting the dictionary again?"
"I'm trying to quit!"
(Shaking head) "It's an addiction."
"No, it's a-diction-ary!"
". . ."
"Sorry."
This was (very close to) a real conversation. It's not quite a real job, but I'm enjoying it anyway. (I'll let you know how the body bag turns out.)
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What is that for?
It's for the next play, "Cash on Delivery", out at Hale Theatre - there's a couple of potentially dead people running around (one even wears the body bag). Very funny.
So...just because I don't really "get" your life, it doesn't mean I don't think you're amazing. Because I do.
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