Early this morning…
Fran (waking up): What was that moan?
Julie: I’m really disappointed in you.
Fran: Why?
Julie: Where was my five o’clock beating with a sack full of rocks?
Fran: Even if I beat you unconscious it won’t help.
Julie: I’m trapped. I won’t do it. Maybe there’s an appendage I can chew through.
Fran: Mind, yours, someone else’s…it won’t help.
Julie: I won’t go.
Fran: You have to go.
Julie: Hell no, I won’t go.
Fran: Call in sick.
Julie: I’m out of sick leave.
Fran: Call in dead.
Julie: Well there is one good thing about attending training for six hour straight about filling out government forms….I will never have to go to hell.
Fran: Why?
Julie: Would have already been.