What a scoundrel I am. I bait Kopper by telling her I’ll cook for her, and then switch and order Swiss Chalet. We swapped notes on how exhausted we are, watched a little Planet Earth, ate dinner, and then I walked her to the bus. Once she was at the Brentwood end of the 25 bus, now she’s at the Nanaimo end, but she’s still very close.
Then Katie’s cell phone rang and Katie said, “I’m eating bananas and cream.” There was a pause, and then she said, a little more distinctly “I’m eating bananas and cream.” There was a pause, and then she said, annoyed, and slightly louder “I’m eating bananas and cream.” There was long pause, and then she said, “I’m eating bananas and cream.” At this point I am no longer able to concentrate on so much of a syllable of what Kopper is saying, so I yell, “*****! Tell Daxus to clean the ******* wax out of his ears!” She said it twice after that. It was all I could do not to roll around on the ground shrieking with laughter. The inanity of teenage conversations never ceases to astound.
