The two women walked silently out of the sushi bar and got in an old Toyota, it’s once silver finish now more of a primer gray. They were almost out of the parking lot before the passenger spoke:
“You know, if she’s really acting up we won’t stay long, I promise. I really appreciate you coming with me, but I wish you had ordered sushi – now I feel all indebted and shit. Does this mean I have to be nice to you, too?”
The driver smiled knowingly, at the decrepit inside joke, and with an uncanny Yoda-sense she replied, knowing it would be more soothing than kindness:
“Beotch! I’m waiting to see how bad this night turns out, before I send you my bill!”
They laughed together and drove on towards the palace.
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I was thinking about you this weekend, wondering how it went.
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HA!
All women should be lucky enough to have friends like you two. :)
Smart woman, that.
P.S. - all posts are better with Yoda references.
Went with you I did
Sent the bill I have.
Of sushi and sake I know not. A Jedi craves not these things.
Okay, I have no idea what Im talking about up there, I just thought I'd get my Yoda on.
Im saving my opinions on that night for blog fodder. :)
It is so true that sometimes attempting to be overtly kind can actually make the other person feel worse.
Occasionally, a good-natured jab or a gentle, "Dumbass!" helps diffuse tension a lot better than sentimental words.
You and Bea made me laugh. Out loud. Now I'm all impatient about The Show.
anthenwhat anthenwhat anthenwhat????
shoulda ordered the damn sushi...
You know? That's love, right there.
Glad you survived (enough to post this, at least).
I'm with Maggie here. With your skills, and obviously vast wellspring of experience, you need to write a buddy novel. Or at least give us a short story . . .
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