Setting: Our Bathroom. I am sitting on the counter doing my make up, Jason is looking for a tie.
Me: What are you doing looking for a tie? You’re already dressed…
Jason: I have the Premiers Dinner to go to tonight. I told you about it last week.
Me: I didn’t hear you! I wasn’t listening! I was blocking you out! You know when you start talking and I block you out? That’s what I did! What do you MEAN the Premier’s Dinner? I WANT TO GO TO THE PREMIERS DINNER!
Jason: What do you MEAN you want to go to the Premiers Dinner? You told me “I hate shaving my legs to go to fancy dinners where I have to steal a salad fork to stab myself through my panty hose just to stay awake.” Remember?
Me: Jason! That was when we had LORNE CALVERT as Premier. TOTALLY DIFFERENT SITUATION. We’re talking Premier WALL, Jason…and maybe even (holds my hands out in front of me to show the gravity of the situation) ROB NORRIS. Plus! I know THREE PEOPLE at the Sask Party office.
Jason: So?
Me: (mocking him in my stupid man voice) SO?
Jason: If someone cancels and there’s an extra ticket, do you want to go?
Me: (still using stupid man voice) Um…Yes.
Jason: Fine.
Me: Fine.
Jason: If you DO come, you can’t be a Rob Norris groupie.
Me: Pfft. As if! I’ll be the picture of good manners.
Jason: You know I KNOW you, right?
Me: (back using stupid man voice) Whatever.
Jason: Whatever is RIGHT.
The End.
