Delusional People

Past Imperfect – #539

Gary, left: “I’d really prefer it if you would stop clutching me in such a manner.”

Jean, center: “But darling, just because I’ve been convicted of manslaughter doesn’t mean that we can’t be friends.”

Gary: “We might have to disagree on that. Especially since your manslaughtering was focused on my best buddy from college. After all, he was a fraternity brother. We had to dance naked in the town square during the hazing ceremony. That kind of commitment creates a bond that lasts forever. I still can’t look at a statue of a founding father without getting misty-eyed.”

Jean: “Well, as troubling as that initially sounds, I think I understand. But really, you have to accept at least some of the responsibility in this situation. If you hadn’t invited him over for cocktails, I never would have met him, and therefore things would not have transpired to the point where he annoyed me so much that I reached for the ice pick that some fool left sitting out in reaching distance.”

Gary: “I’m that fool. I didn’t properly secure the ice pick because I had just learned that you had been sleeping with most of the neighborhood association. I was a bit rattled.”

Jean: “See? You practically stabbed him yourself!”

Gary: “You seem to be overlooking the wanton sleeping angle. How did you have the time in the day to make it through the entire membership roster?”

Jean: “It’s all in the planning. You create the right tracking spreadsheet, half of the work is already done. Personal software has been a huge boon to the trysting community. I’ll be doing a podcast from my prison cell. It would be swell if you could click the link and follow.”

Gary: “I don’t even know you anymore.”

Jean: “You never did, or we wouldn’t be playing out this scene. Now, I’m off to be incarcerated. Be sure and water the plants while I’m gone. The calla lilies on the lanai require special attention, just like me. Keep them satisfied or you might end up in another courtroom scene where you’re played for the fool.”

Gary: “I am not the fool in this situation.”

Jean: “Really? Notice the man who is currently clutching me in a way that you don’t like to be clutched? He’s the new warden at Saint Margarita’s Correctional Facility for the Waywardly Damned, which is where you should forward my mail. He lives near us, two houses over, one up. He was my favorite experiment with the neighborhood roster, and he knows exactly what I like done with my lilies. I have a feeling I won’t be using the communal showers at Saint Margarita’s.”

Gary: “How do you get away with these things?”

Jean: “I backup my hard-drive every day. In more ways than one. See you at the release party!”

 

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