A young, psychotic republican goes to a treatment program, and meets psychotic democrats. |
The following is a conversation that was overhead by Jessica and I, while we were outside of Polly House: “WILL, DID YOU FINISH MY SHOPPING?” “Yes Mam, I got your toothpaste, body wash, lipstick, Euphoria by Calvin Klein, the latest issue of Cosmopolitan, Godiva chocolate, and your six-pack.” “Where is the bag, and where’s the receipt?” “I took Harry’s genius idea of using scanners, and only paying for one or two things.” “Fine, then give me back the $10 that I gave you as a compensation for putting the purchases on your credit card.” “Yes mam!” “Here is my dry cleaning; take it to the cleaners.” “Yes mam!” “No wait, first gives me a shoulder massage, but before the massage, I need my noise cancelling headphones.” “Yes mam, I will place the headphones on your head, but in terms of the music on your iPhone, I presume its U2 as always?” “Yes Will, you are so intelligent.” “Oh Will, as I recall, you told me that you were going to San Francisco to visit your parents. I will give you $100, since I need a new Gucci bag.” “Yes mam!” |