A recent conversation at Penguin Coffee in Anacortes, WA between Alisha (A), Matthew (M), and myself (N). We opened up a chat so we could talk about the characters surrounding us. A note: Iron & Wine was playing on the overheads.
N: So much to talk about!
A: So, guys.
N: Dudes next to us want to see a movie tonight...
A: How 'bout it?
M: Da Vinci Code.
N: Junior novelization.
A: He just said, "pull up to dips."
M: 'A utopia' or 'an utopia'?
A: Found phrases, guys. 'A'. You think they pump weights at the Fidalgo Pool And Fitness Center?
N: More importantly, do you think they are for or against the referendum?
N: Should we get a town hall going in here?
M: God, I wish I knew.
A: Just turn around and ask them.
N: Iron & Weights.
A: Are their names? This is what we would do at work all day to make fun of customers.
M: We should get paid for this. 'Cuban missile crisis' or 'Cuban Missile Crisis'?
A: I think the latter. What are you writing?
N: The next Dan Brown book.
M: 'The pyramids of Giza' or 'the Pyramids of Giza'? Jokes!
A: What? What's another word for titillate? Found phrase: relentless heavy tickling.
A: Borgasm. A word I just considered using.
M: Wow. That is great. Refills?
M: Doppelgangers! Doppelbocks! It seems like all the 'bros' come to Penguin.
N: I dunno, guys. He's got Converse shoes.
M: Converse are totally accepted by bro culture.
A: Tell me more.
N: Iron & ESPN.
A: These are like college guys who volunteer at youth group. Ha!
M: Iron & SKIN!
A: Ultimate & Frisbee.
M: Nick loves ultimate frisbee! He's a bro!
A: I have nothing against it.
M: An indie doppelganger!
A: Nick, you should translate for us.
N: I love disc golf, guys. You act like you know me. You don't know me.
A: Frisbee & Golf. You're besties. Is it warm in here?
M: I don't know these bro subtleties. It's hot in here. My pits smell. Like a bro.
A: How would you know?
M: I study.
N: Guys, what if Danny DeVito, dressed as the Penguin from Batman, came in right now?
A: Whoa. Blowing. My. Mind.
A: We'd get him a booster seat. Someone should be that for Halloween.
N: Well, friends, I'm running on reserve battery here. So, I lose.
M: Fudge. There is outlets. I'm about to post and then I can leave. Last minute editing. Refinement.
A: No outlets?
N: I'm sure one of the bros wouldn't mind peer-editing for you.
A: There are some in the corner.
At which point my computer died. A fitting end to a productive (?) afternoon.