Two weeks ago…
me: Ben… BEN! Don’t forget we have tickets to JazzFest and are meeting Beth.
Ben: Do we have to?
me: It was your idea!
me: Oh boy.
Ben: I only want to go with you.
me: Too late.
Ben: I don’t feel well.
me: What are you 10?
Ben: I think one night you said…
me: Ben…BEN! When are the Smith’s coming in?
Ben: in May.
me: That’s it? May? It IS MAY!
Ben: So there you have it.
me: What date idiot boy?
Ben: On thursday.
me: There are five of them. You’re killing me.
Ben: The next one.
me: The Date. For the love of God- the DATE.
me: Where is your gun again?
Ben: How’d you sleep?
me: You were there I think?
Ben: I slept fine.
me: Splendid. What can I help you with?
Ben: I think, I’m not sure, but maybe, I forgot to tell you something.
me: Let’s have it.
Ben: Mike is coming in. He’s staying with us for two nights.
me: Remember when you were in Berlin and the wall was coming down?
me: And I asked you to grab a piece and bring it home ’cause how many people are ever
gonna be able to say they have a piece of The Wall?
Ben: Ah ha.
me: And you didn’t ’cause your chicken shit.
Ben: I wouldn’t say that…
me: And I suggested you move in the opposite direction from the crowd and go INTO East
Ben: What’s your point?
me: I’m giving you another chance.
Ben: To do what- exactly?
me: Grab the Wall.
me: Checkpoint Charlie’s.
Ben: Who’s playing smart ass?