Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Why My Career is In The Fucking Toilet Dept.






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Ensign, surprised to see his "AGENT" at extremely lavish Party at The Four Seasons, surprised because he wouldn't recognize him if he, well, ran into him at an extremely lavish Party at the Four Seasons, surprised because he didn't know his "AGENT" was still alive, was forced into some banal chit-chat yelled over the loud extremely lavish Party at the Four Seasons.  In a lull that can only be described generously as a LONG RUDDY TROUGH, the "AGENT" piped up with this little curlicue:


AGENT: Well, good.....(Pause)  You had nice billing.
Ensign:    (chewing salmon risotto).....Yes.
AGENT: ....And..... (Dear Freaking Christ --Another Pause)   The film will be opening in November or October, right?
Ensign:    (After swallowing salmon ravioli in one large not very pretty gulp) Um.  No. (Wait for it) August 10th.
AGENT:  Oh. (pause while he does some calculations) That's in...(more calculations)....10 days.


3 comments:

cmmdr said...

I don't want to say that conversational snippet is sad, but it sounds like it took place in a hospice.

Nobody said...

How was the risotto?

Anonymous said...

Yes. About to pull plug on my career.
Risotto not so goos after I spit it up on my new suit....