Another
Day on Bleeker Street
Blanche:
So how was your afternoon at the Mall Jane Dear?
Jane:
~puff, drag, puff~ Jezuz H Christo it was busy- but I got it.
Blanche:
Got what Jane Dear?
Jane:
The milk. We needed milk didn’t we Blanche?
Blanche:
I know Jane, but didn’t you buy something nice for yourself?
Jane:
Oh Sure! ~puff, puff~
Blanche:
Good, ‘cause I know you’ve been a little down lately.
Jane:
I took your advice Sister Dear and bought some new shoes.
Blanche:
That’s nice!
Jane:
Well the shoes may be but I had to set that freeking salesclerk right!
Blanche:
Oh?
Jane:
He had the nerve to tell me I had “Fat Feet”!! The Fuckin’ nerve!
Blanche:
Fat Feet Dear? He told you, you had Fat Feet?
Jane:
Yah, he said when I did up the straps on the shoes my feet looked fat.
Blanche:
Well Jane Dear why didn’t you just buy a size larger?
Jane:
…and let him get away with telling me my feet looked fat?
Blanche:
Well...
Jane:
~puff, puff, puff~ No Way! I hoofed him right in the sausage!
Blanche:
Oh Jane!
Jane:
Sure did! ~drag, puff~…and guess what Blanche?
Blanche:
I shudder to ask.
Jane:
I got an apology from the manager and a 50% discount on the shoes!
Blanche:
But Jane Dear-aren’t the shoes still too small?
Jane:
Yah. ~puff, puff~ But it’s the point of the whole thing ain’t it?
Blanche…I
guess.
Jane:
I gotta go put this milk in the fridge Blanche. ~puff, puff~
