Let's Talk About the Weather - IP

“Hear that?”

“What?”

“The rain”

“What about it?”

“Listening to the rain is very soothing.”

“What are you saying? That I need to be soothed.”

“I didn’t say anything, Peg. I was just commenting on the weather. And how the rain has certain therapeutic powers.”

“Are you saying I need therapy?”

“I’m saying that different kinds of weather has an affect on people. For instance, come the spring, we’re like flowers reaching for the sun. We can’t get enough of it. All that hibernating in the winter. Time to come out of our caves and work off all that winter fat.”

“So now I’m crazy and fat?”

“No, Peg. I was just making conversation. And since it was raining so heavily, I thought I’d talk about that. It’s what people do when they don’t know what else to talk about.”

“So now you can’t talk to me anymore? I don’t hold your interest? Now I’m crazy, fat and dumb. It’s all because I never finished high school, isn’t it? You, behind the counter with your fancy white shirt and shiny manager’s name tag. Me, behind the counter in my Mr. Chicken hat re-filling the ketchup dispenser.”

“Now, Peg, I’ve told you on several occasions to apply for the assistant manager’s job. And there’s a spot coming up pretty soon.”

“What? And walk around in a fancy white shirt and a shiny name tag, yelling at my friends to put more chicken in the fryer and to scrub the toilets? No way, Mr. Peterson. It’d be a zillion years before I’d get invited to another keg party. I like things just as they are. Only don’t talk to me about the weather anymore.”

“I was just saying,” said Mr. Patterson.