Moving on, Standing still

“Michael,… you can’t be serious, man. Florida? What the hell’s in Florida besides Mickey Mouse?”

“Well, my career would do better there, there’s a shortage of nurses there.”

“Are you even licensed? How does that shit work? Do you have a job lined up?”

“Nah, but I’ll be fine.”

“Where are you going to live?”

“I looked on Craigslist and some local town websites, I’ll find something—”

“What about friends? Do you even know—”


“—you don’t mean…”

“..she counts. She’s my friend, she counts.”

“You’ve never even met her. She’s from the internet!”

“Well, then I’ll meet her!”

“Isn’t she married?”

“So? I can’t be friends with married people?”

“You’re moving.. …across the country.. …to restart your career from scratch.. …and hang out with some married chic.”

“Oh come on, you make it sound like—”

“—because you are.”

“Are what?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, really, what?”

“Michael.. ..buddy.. CAN’T be serious.”

“It’ll be great, don’t worry about it. I’ll call you later.”

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