Monday:
Hey Tanya, I might—
No, sure. That’s fine.
Oh, Darren didn’t finish the Gobsons’ returns?
Oh. Okay.
I didn’t realize that.
I’ll do it. Sure.
Tuesday:
Yes, great. But with the wide noodles.
Chicken.
Four stars, or medium, or whatever system you guys use.
Yeah.
Just make it kind of hot.
Wednesday:
Yeah but—
Right, I know, I know.
But Tanya—
Okay.
I want to finish them as well, it’s just.
Right. Tanya, it’s just that… it’s August.
No, no, I know that it’s a year-round job!
Of course, I totally know that.
[Fuck]
Yes.
Umm-hmm.
[You have to be fucking kidding me]
Yes.
I’m sorry.
I didn’t realize that everyone says that. Of course I didn’t realize that.
Thursday:
Tanya is breaking my balls, dude.
Yeah.
Four nights in a row.
Yeah. Probably tomorrow, too.
Dude, we do tax returns. It’s August.
Alright, talk to you later.
Yeah let’s do it. Saturday, at least right?
Hell yeah.
Friday:
Hey Tanya, what’s going on?
Yeah, I’m still here, just a bit longer, though!
Well, yeah, I hope so!
Yeah, totally.
What? No way.
No.
He said that?
No.
This is the guy who has come in here a few times to see you, right?
Yeah, the short guy with the, uh, funny lip thing?
Sure, cleft, right.
I can’t believe that.
No, I can’t… I can’t fucking believe that Tanya, pardon my French or whatever.
Well, no. Of course you’re not!
No, you can’t. I won’t say it! Ha! No. But you’re not. Trust me.
You really want me to—seriously?
Okay fine. You’re not a cunt, Tanya. He’s wrong.
Right. One hundred percent.
Okay, see you on Monday. Make sure you get a cab tonight.
