and then Leo’s off to wrestle a bear and kiss a pretty girl. Hope he doesn’t get that mixed up again like last time.
I want to complain.
You want to complain! Look at these shoes. I’ve only had them three weeks and the heels are worn right through.
No, I want to complain about…
If you complain nothing happens, you might as well not bother.
Oh my back hurts, it’s not a very fine day and I’m sick and tired of this office.
Rory is a throw back to the days when music television stations actually played music.
Yep. White, black, stainless steel or nickel.
Yes. Travis is a talking head. Once in a lifetime he was a psycho killer burning down the house and leading a wild wild life on the road to nowhere.
I know! It should be avocado green!
Yes at a clothing optional camp. That’s how I met my wife. One look and I was smitten.
and Rory has claimed it in a state of eternal dibs. It’s a single point of consistency in an ever changing world. If life were expressed as a function in a four-dimensional Cartesian coordinate system, Rory’s spot would be "0,0,0,0
That’s my spot. In the winter that seat is close enough to the radiator to remain warm, and yet not so close as to cause perspiration. In the summer it’s directly in the path of a cross breeze created by open fields there, and there. It faces the barn at an angle that is neither direct, thus discouraging conversation, nor so far wide to create a parallax distortion.