Me: "I'm off now. I'm not going straight to the hotel, though. So no point sharing a cab."
Her: "Where are you going?"
"Chemist"
-- "What are you getting?"
"Toothpaste"
-- "Oh. I got toothpaste just before I left Australia to come away here. It was on my shopping list for Coles. Toothpaste and shampoo. I always go to Coles just before I leave and toothpaste is always on the top of my list."
[So I try to pretend I didn't really hear the full story.]
"I went to Coles for Vegemite and Tim Tams and I forgot the Tim Tams."
-- "I got all my things just before I left. From Coles. I took a long list with me the night before."
[So I try to change the story.]
"Didn't you get a night flight?"
-- "Yes you're right. So I guess technically it was the day before I left. Not the night. Althought it was Thursday so everything is open late anyway, even in Lane Cove."
"So do you want me to get you anything at the chemist? Toothpaste?
-- "No thanks. Already got it. Not from the chemist, though. I got everything from Coles."
"Oh. OK. Bye then."
Toothpaste at Coles! That's not a fucking story. Maybe if she stole it. But she bought it ... from Coles ... I mean ... Coles ...
The toothpaste I eventually bought is called Germicheck. Which is why I bought it.
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