TheBanyanTree: Now?

[John Bailey]

Wednesday January 19, 2005

NOW?

"The cooker's ready to collect," Graham said. "And I need paint."

"Right you are," I replied, snapping off my computer. "Now?"

While he's deep in the make-over job Graham has absolute priority. Well, 
near-absolute, anyway. And he can't get used to it. Normally I'd wriggle 
and dilly-dally over such an errand but just now, there's not a lot that's 
more important than keeping him supplied with necessary materials. He 
doesn't seem able quite to adapt, however.

"Gulp," he gulped. Well, there's not much else you can do with a gulp but 
to gulp it, is there. "I wasn't expecting such a rapid response."

"They don't call me Speedy Gonzalez for nothing."

"Who calls you Speedy Gonzalez?"

"Well, no-one does. But if they did they wouldn't be doing it for nothing."

"That settles it."

"Settles what?"

"You have finally, without a shadow of doubt, flipped your tile."

"Oh. Fair enough. I suppose that means the coffee is on me, then?"

"You gottit."

And that's how come, when Graham marched into Costa Coffee this morning to 
find me sitting there, pencam at the ready, there was a large mug of coffee 
waiting for him. It seemed only fair.


--
John Bailey   Lincolnshire, England

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