I wasn’t too happy with how this turned out, but it’s fairly typical of the average conversation on a Monday night during football season.

A dialogue that’s bordering on monologue.

I like the slightly brittle note of near desperation on the part of the poor partner abandoned for the Football.

I do wonder, however, what might have happened if she’d asked a more controversial question – “Can I have a hundred dollars?” – or perhaps made a startling statement – “I’m pregnant” springs to mind as an obvious cliché. :-)

Thanks for playing!