My Evening with "A"

              “You should have called first. What if I wasn’t home?”
 
              “Haha! Seriously? You’re always right where I left you – uncomfortably comfortable in that same cushy, sunken in spot. Speaking of which, it’s high time to get that reupholstered, don’t you think?” 
 
               “Why are you bothering me — You know what? It doesn’t even matter, I have work to do.”
 
               “Yeah, I’m aware, but it’s really important this time, I swear.” 

              “Nope, I fell for it last time, not today. My place is a mess, I brought work home, and I still haven’t done my hair yet, so if you don’t mind, it’s time to go.”
 
             “Oh, wow you’re right. That is a rather long list. Well, how are you planning to get it all done, where do you start? If it were me, I would have no idea what to do first. I mean, yeah, the take-home work sounds pretty important, but you should probably take the trash out before it gets too dark. I listened to this podcast recently where this woman was attached by a rabid raccoon and came within minutes of dying.”
 
             “Yeah, I heard that one too, it was crazy… but that has nothing to do with me. I’ve already started running these reports, so bye.”
 
          “Come to think of it, she was from this area. A kindergarten teacher, but still, what a coincidence. Her family was pretty torn up about it, they almost lost her. Apparently, there’s been an uptick in rabies cases lately in this region. It’s probably nothing to worry about, but I just figured I’d let you know. Do with that what you will.”
 
              “If I take out this damn trash, will you stop talking and leave?”
 
             “I was gonna leave anyway; I don’t stay where I’m unwanted. Go ahead, I’ll keep watch over your computer. I heard about some break-ins recently and you can never be too safe. That front door of yours looks a little flimsy.” 
 
               “Whatever.”
 
               “Wait, that’s how you’re gonna leave the house?”
 
               “It’s just around the corner, what’s the problem?”
 
             “I guess that’s true. Then again, your backyard is facing your neighbors’ porch, and you never know they could be sitting back there entertaining company and boom, you’re a joke. Plus, you know everybody with a second floor window is getting a birds’ eye view too.”
 
               “Come on, that’s stupid. What are the odds of that even happening?”
 
               “Hey, the internet is forever. Just saying.”
 
               “…I’ll go get my scarf, but you need to be gone by the time I get back.”
 
               “Yes, yes, I know.”
 
               “…Psst, Elliot”
 
              “Why did you follow me up here, I said you have to go.”
 
           “I was literally at the door, then I remembered to tell you that that turban you love to wear doesn’t match your outfit today. I don’t want you out here looking crazy just in case your neighbor, Pam, pokes her head over the fence.”
 
              “… This does clash just a bit. Hmm, I think I have a black one let me go check – alone”
 
                “Fine, fine. I’m gone.”
 
           “Now that’s much better. See, where would you be without me? Just out and about looking a mess. Well, it’s been real.”
 
                “Has it?”
 
               “I’ll stop by tomorrow, and don’t worry, I’m sure no one will notice that tiny hole in the armpit of your shirt. Distressed is in.”
 
            “Hole? Wait, why didn’t you say anything earlier? I could have grabbed a new shirt.”
 
                “I didn’t wanna pile on, you clearly have more important things to worry about. Those dishes aren’t gonna wash themselves.”
 
             “I was gonna get to those, I just got sidetracked. It probably won’t take that long, I can knock those out.” 
 
                 “Good on you! One less thing to worry about for when your mom drops off that dresser later.
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               “Shoot, she did say she wanted to drop that off today. She probably won’t come in though, she knows I’m busy.”
 
        “You’re probably right. It’s not like when Yvonne came over that one time unannounced and the place was a disaster, talk about embarrassing. I’m sure your mom would give you a heads up. Although, technically… her telling you she’s dropping something off today IS kind of a heads up, but what do I know?”
                                                                                                                                                                                    
               “I can straighten up really quick, at least sweep and what not, and save the big stuff for after my work is done. That shouldn’t be too hard.”
 
           “Not at all. It’s really not that bad in here. A good sweeping, mopping, and dusting and all is well. I bet you when she goes to get a drink, she’ll barely notice that weird smell in the fridge.”
 
                “What weird smell?”
 
                 “Oh, girl…”