Monday, April 19, 2004
Take this job and….don’t chew gum.
Zo: is it a bad thing to cope by drinking during the day now and then?
Vi: (laughing) Not necessarily. Why, babe – what’s going on?
Zo: I got a job.
Vi: Honey, that’s great!
Zo: Don’t be happy for me. I’m working at (a local grocery store).
Vi: Oh.
Zo: In the salad bar.
Vi: In the salad bar?
Zo: Because I love salad.
Vi: Is that what you said to get hired?
Zo: No, I did my imitation of hot wings.
Vi: Really? How does that go?
Zo: I’m kidding.
Vi: Oh. ‘cause I was trying to picture that dance in my head.
Zo: They gave me a job description.
Vi: Hmmm…like “make sure the kidney beans are firm, but not undercooked”?
Zo: No, more like no exotic hair colors, multiple piercings, or gum-chewing.
Vi: What about tic-tac sucking?
Zo: Hmmm. I don’t know…..
Vi: ‘Cause you’ve gotta have fresh breath when you’re breathing on the salad.
Zo: (sigh) Ah well. A starving DivArtist has gotta do, what a starving DivArtist has gotta do.
At least she won’t starve at the salad bar.
-Vi
