More mad ramblings from I, Writer over at Routine Matters.
I, Writer … # 23
A short dialogue I overheard when my ear was pressed close to a bowl of salad at a friend’s birthday party.
What about my hair. Do you like my hair ?
You’re a cucumber. You don’t have any hair.
And you’re a tomato. You’re not exactly hairy yourself.
Well no, but …
You’re just jealous.
Yes. You’re jealous of me and salmon.
No I’m not.
Yes you are!
Look … what you two get up to in a sandwich is non of my business.
Anyway, lettuce told me that you were getting very friendly with a courgette.
Yes. We were at Eton together.
You mean you were eaten together ?
No. We were at Eton together. He was in the year above me.