No. 353

Joey was watching a movie he didn’t like to spend time with a girl that he did.

The film was brutally bad, far worse than he’d expected.

“This was a terrible plan,” he whispered to himself.

“It is?” asked the girl.

“Uh, yes,” he said. She’d heard him. Crap. “Yeah, they shouldn’t be teaching all those underprivileged kids how to play clarinet,” he covered. “They should learn trumpets, or something.”

“I see,” said the girl, who was quickly drawn back to the screen.

Joey did notice, however, that she’d moved almost imperceptivity away from him.

“Awesome,” he grumbled sarcastically at the new development.

“Really?” she said.

Joey realized that he needed to stop saying things out loud. “Oh, sure. They’re dancing now. Look at them go. I love it when they dance,” he spewed, clutching at straws.

“Me, too,” replied the girl as she snuggled up to him.

 

“You see,” Terry told his girlfriend Sara as the TV program ended. “That’s just a terrible plot device. None of that would happen in real life. That show was even worse than most of the ones you like.”

“Is that so?” asked Sara icily. “Well, maybe next time I’ll just watch at my house, and you won’t be invited.”