Wednesday, February 02, 2005
UNE HEURE DANS L'ENFER
or,
ANOTHER TYPICAL BLOG NARRATIVE
The Characters:
ME: Me
CUC: Credit Union CLerk
HELEN: The Supervisor
WOMAN: The Woman Behind Me In Line
MAN: The Man Behind Her
THE LINE: Starts out as a quiet inconsequential charcter, grows steadily during the course of the narrative, eventually turning into a loud, unruly beast.
The Dialogue:
ME: I'd like to take my money out of this account.
CUC: You can't take out any money without an ID.
ME: Here it is.
CUC: This account is moribund.
ME:
CUC: You can't withdraw money from a moribund account.
MAN: Is that you?
WOMAN: Lordy.
ME: Why not?
CUC: Because it's moribund.
MAN: How long has it been seen I seen you? Six months? When we used to smoke outside the building.
ME: If I can't withdraw my money, I'll just close the account.
CUC: First I have to reopen the account.
WOMAN: It's longer than six months, because I quit smoking seven months ago.
MAN: You didn't!
WOMAN: Yes, I did.
MAN: You didn't.
WOMAN: Over seven months.
ME: OK.
CUC: I can't reopen accounts. I have to get my supervisor.
ME: OK.
MAN: Now why you go and quit smoking?
CUC: Helen!
WOMAN: For the health. It's bad for the lungs.
MAN: Bah.
CUC: Can you reopen this account?
WOMAN: And for the kids. They wouldn't give me no peace. Couldn't smoke in the house. Couldn't smoke in the basement. Couldn't even smoke on the stoop without them saying something.
MAN: What they say?
HELEN: He has to fill out this form to reopen it.
CUC: Fill out this form.
WOMAN: I told you. They say it's bad for the lungs.
MAN: Bah.
WOMAN: So, I just quit.
MAN: You just quit?
WOMAN: I told you that.
ME: Here.
CUC: Now fill out this form.
ME: What is this for?
CUC: To close the account.
MAN: I smoke all the time. I feel fine.
WOMAN: What you gonna do when your lungs are damaged?
MAN: I'll get one of them artificial ones.
ME: I changed my mind. I don't have to close the account. I'll just withdraw all my money except for a dollar.
WOMAN: What you gonna do if your lungs so damaged you can't wait to get the artificial ones?
CUC: You told me you wanted to close this account. I already put it in the computer. Now you have to fill out this form or we'll have to reopen the account again.
ME: OK.
MAN: Woman, don't you know? If your lungs are damaged like that, you go right to the head of the line.
WOMAN: You sure? I don't think I ever heard that.
ME: Here.
CUC: It won't let me take out the money. Helen!
MAN: I don't have no lung damage. I can run five miles any time.
WOMAN: Five miles!
MAN: And I don't smoke on weekends so my body heals itself from smoking.
HELEN: I'll have to override this. There.
CUC: It still won't let me take out the money. Helen!
WOMAN: They say it takes your body ten years to heal itself from smoking. You can't heal yourself over the weekend.
HELEN: There.
CUC: You got four cent? I need four cent.
ME: No. No change.
MAN: I've been smoking for over twenty years and never on the weekends. My body's been healing itself for more than twenty years already.
CUC: Helen! I need change.
HELEN: Here.
WOMAN: It don't work that way.
MAN: Five miles.
CUC: Sign this form.
ME: What is it?
CUC: It says you received the money.
ME: But I haven't.
WOMAN: I think I will try running.
MAN: It's too cold for running. You can't run in this weather.
CUC: It's right here.
ME: Can I have it?
CUC: Not until you sign the form.
ME: Shouldn't I have the money before I sign that I do?
CUC: That's not how we do it.
ME: Your policies are a little moribund, themselves.
WOMAN: Maybe when the weather breaks.
CUC: Helen!
or,
ANOTHER TYPICAL BLOG NARRATIVE
The Characters:
ME: Me
CUC: Credit Union CLerk
HELEN: The Supervisor
WOMAN: The Woman Behind Me In Line
MAN: The Man Behind Her
THE LINE: Starts out as a quiet inconsequential charcter, grows steadily during the course of the narrative, eventually turning into a loud, unruly beast.
The Dialogue:
ME: I'd like to take my money out of this account.
CUC: You can't take out any money without an ID.
ME: Here it is.
CUC: This account is moribund.
ME:
CUC: You can't withdraw money from a moribund account.
MAN: Is that you?
WOMAN: Lordy.
ME: Why not?
CUC: Because it's moribund.
MAN: How long has it been seen I seen you? Six months? When we used to smoke outside the building.
ME: If I can't withdraw my money, I'll just close the account.
CUC: First I have to reopen the account.
WOMAN: It's longer than six months, because I quit smoking seven months ago.
MAN: You didn't!
WOMAN: Yes, I did.
MAN: You didn't.
WOMAN: Over seven months.
ME: OK.
CUC: I can't reopen accounts. I have to get my supervisor.
ME: OK.
MAN: Now why you go and quit smoking?
CUC: Helen!
WOMAN: For the health. It's bad for the lungs.
MAN: Bah.
CUC: Can you reopen this account?
WOMAN: And for the kids. They wouldn't give me no peace. Couldn't smoke in the house. Couldn't smoke in the basement. Couldn't even smoke on the stoop without them saying something.
MAN: What they say?
HELEN: He has to fill out this form to reopen it.
CUC: Fill out this form.
WOMAN: I told you. They say it's bad for the lungs.
MAN: Bah.
WOMAN: So, I just quit.
MAN: You just quit?
WOMAN: I told you that.
ME: Here.
CUC: Now fill out this form.
ME: What is this for?
CUC: To close the account.
MAN: I smoke all the time. I feel fine.
WOMAN: What you gonna do when your lungs are damaged?
MAN: I'll get one of them artificial ones.
ME: I changed my mind. I don't have to close the account. I'll just withdraw all my money except for a dollar.
WOMAN: What you gonna do if your lungs so damaged you can't wait to get the artificial ones?
CUC: You told me you wanted to close this account. I already put it in the computer. Now you have to fill out this form or we'll have to reopen the account again.
ME: OK.
MAN: Woman, don't you know? If your lungs are damaged like that, you go right to the head of the line.
WOMAN: You sure? I don't think I ever heard that.
ME: Here.
CUC: It won't let me take out the money. Helen!
MAN: I don't have no lung damage. I can run five miles any time.
WOMAN: Five miles!
MAN: And I don't smoke on weekends so my body heals itself from smoking.
HELEN: I'll have to override this. There.
CUC: It still won't let me take out the money. Helen!
WOMAN: They say it takes your body ten years to heal itself from smoking. You can't heal yourself over the weekend.
HELEN: There.
CUC: You got four cent? I need four cent.
ME: No. No change.
MAN: I've been smoking for over twenty years and never on the weekends. My body's been healing itself for more than twenty years already.
CUC: Helen! I need change.
HELEN: Here.
WOMAN: It don't work that way.
MAN: Five miles.
CUC: Sign this form.
ME: What is it?
CUC: It says you received the money.
ME: But I haven't.
WOMAN: I think I will try running.
MAN: It's too cold for running. You can't run in this weather.
CUC: It's right here.
ME: Can I have it?
CUC: Not until you sign the form.
ME: Shouldn't I have the money before I sign that I do?
CUC: That's not how we do it.
ME: Your policies are a little moribund, themselves.
WOMAN: Maybe when the weather breaks.
CUC: Helen!
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