Setting: We are in an elevator at the eye doctor's. The elevator stops and a man gets in.
Sam: What floor?
Man: Four, thanks. (Sam pushes button.)
Man (to me): She's very polite. (pause) Is she going to get drops in her eyes?
Me (looking at Sam): Yes.
Man (to Sam): You'll do fine, young lady. The drops will wear off soon. (Elevator stops. Man gets out.)
Me: Are you ready for that haircut?
Sam (grinning): No.
1 comment:
Sam's got nice hair, Karen ...
Of course I am a tad biased to affirm this :)
abraço,
Saliel
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