...don't mean to piss you off with things I might say/ but when I try to shut my mouth they come out anyway/ if you spoke your mind you might feel more connected....
I walk into one of my usual haunts. J is talking to J, in the middle of a sentence, but she looks up, nods, smiles to acknowledge me.
"....should've locked the whole place down after the first shots were fired at 7 am. That would've been the thing to do. Cybele agrees with me, don't you, Cybele?"
Meh. Those damn kids prob'ly needed killing.
J and J stare at me, open mouthed, for two whole beats.
And then simultaneously burst into laughter.
Such is my world.
(Politically Correct; SR-71)