No. 134 - Waiting for Tom Cruise

“What are you doing?” asked Jane.

Nate looked up with some effort. “I’m waiting for Tom Cruise to come by.”

Jane shook her head. “You’re drunk, man. Come on, time to go to bed.”

“No. He’s going to be here soon. It’s going to be an awesome party.”

“Uh huh,” said Jane. “And when did you decide this?”

“Halfway through my twelve-pack.”

“Ok, here’s the situation,” Jane took time to explain. “You’re in the living room of our apartment, wearing sweatpants and a trucker-hat. You’ve laid down trail of Oreo cookies from the hall to the front door. I’m not sure if you’ve realized this, but Tom Cruise probably has better things to do with his time.”

“You’re wrong,” argued Nate. “I’ve planned it all out.”

Jane rolled her eyes and shrugged. She wasn’t going to win this battle. “Well, do what you like. But please try to remember that it’s also three AM, and if you’re going to keep playing ‘Danger Zone’ on repeat, just try to keep the volume below eleven, alright?”

She turned and went back to her room.

“Tom Cruise. Tom Cruise. Tom Cruise,” said Nate.

Jane called back over her shoulder. “That won’t work, either. He wasn’t even in that movie.”