The Twists and Turns of a Single OH on Muni
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Matt got it all down:
A nicely dressed 40-something woman is riding Muni talking into her phone.
“Listen, I’m trying to move blocks around and schedule meetings.”
[…] <— that means she's listening to words I can't hear, because that's how phones work. "Just how much coffee have you had?" […] "Just what exactly are you seeing?" […] "Listen, I'm trying to win us a vacation to Greece and Taiwan. Honey, I'm going to get us on that boat. Greece… and Taiwan!”
[…]
“The bunk house, of course, because it’s prettier.”
[…]
“Here’s what you do: walk a mile down to the John Deere store, tell them how much land you have, and they will tell you what to buy. Simple as that! And they even deliver. Ask for whatshisname. I mean that rhetorically.”
[…]
“Yes.”
[…]
“Yes.”
[…]
“Of course.”
[…]
“Listen, what we need is a Skype phone call, where you rub some progesterone on yourself. We will Skype call and make lists and plans.”
[…]
“Mimi, Hera, and Greg Fiddleman of Half Moon Bay? That’s who’s dining together tonight? That is odd!”
[…]
“And you didn’t explain your sister was making him a cuckold? Poke it! Jam a stick into it! Make that beehive talk.”
[…]
“I’ve got to go. I’m sitting next to my husband. This is our date day, and I’ve spent the first hour, I mean, the first 45 minutes, talking to you. Bye, bye.”
Wow. Just, wow.