“However good I am depends on who’s around me. I get my grounded energy off people, and it’s so, so fantastic, you know? Like I was saying to Gary-”
“Ugh! Don’t talk to me about Gary. He’s such a douche.”
“Gary? You mean Gary, Gary? He’s not a douche.”
“Like hell he is. Did you see what he did to Mike’s car?”
“I don’t believe this. You really think Gary did that to Mike’s car? I am getting such bad grounded energy off you right now. You’re pulling me down to your level. Stop it.”
“It’s not me. It’s Gary for Chrissakes!”
“That’s it, I’m outta here. Move over, I’m getting off the bus right now.”
“No, wait. I’ve gotta talk to you about Mike’s car. Your dad’s a mechanic, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So, could you, like, ask him if Mike could bring it in for some body work?”
“What did you just say? Body work? My dad’s a mechanic. A me-chan-ic. He fixes engines and stuff, not bodies.”
“That’s a no then?”
“That’s a no then? That’s a no then? Oh my God, now you’re making me stupid too. Let me off right now.”
“Fine! Take your stupid ‘grounded energy’ and go away! You were stupid before I met you, bitch!”
“Ugh!”
Linda G. Hill 