me vs. therapy

'it's been quite some time since your last visit'.

'you sound like my gynocologist.'

'really?'

'no. she would actually say "angela, you were just here last week, go home, you're not scheduled".'

'oh, that's right, you like your gynocologist.'

'only because she's a captive audience for my stories.'

'kind of like me...'

'and she's sparklie.'

'kind of like me.'

'and she's hot.'

'kind of like me...'

Look over at Satan. Satan raises brow, shrugs.

Look back at therapist, say; 'we guess so.'

'uh-huh. so, how have you been, what with all the changes that have happened lately?'

'well, my new pad is pretty rockin'.'

'rocking is good.'

'no...not rocking...rockin', with the thingie replacing the g so it sounds hipper.'

'you're 36.'

'yeah.'

'36 is about 6 years past hip.'

'hey, i wear ed hardy belts and aeropastole stuff.'

'that doesn't make you hip it makes you a poser of hip. besides the fact that ed hardy isn't even hip.'

'i don't like the direction of this inquiry.'

'you just used inquiry inproperly.'

'can you quit riding me please?'

'like riding or ridin'. ?

'that's not funny.'

'yes, it kinda' is.'

'quit it.'

'i'm sorry, you're right. i'll stop playin' with you.'

Look off camera.

Blink.

Look back at therapist, say; 'and the job is going ok.'

'describe ok.'

'i dress up. my heels click on the marble. it sounds fancy. i have a great view. most of the day i shuffle papers. sometimes i type something or other. then i go home.'

'that was the most passionless breakdown of a workday i've ever heard.'

'worse than the garbage guy?'

'yes.'

'wow....so it's time to start that lawn mowing business?'

'are you serious or are you joking?'

'i'm serious. in fact, i've given it quite a lot of thought through the years. i think it should be a topless women lawnmowing service.

'errrr....'

'no, no...don't judge. just picture this...jingle and a jangle lawn care!'

'ummm....'

'can you imagine the price we could charge? espiecially if we put the size DD girl on the weed wacker.'

'how's your parents?'

'you don't like the idea?'

'no.'

'so...you wouldn't hire my company?'

'i think my feminst movement card would be revoked.'

'hmmm...could i put business cards in your entryway?'

'angela.'

'yes.'

'no.'

'ok.'

Stare.

Therapist stares back.

Stare.

Therapist stares back.

Say; 'it's time to go huh?'

'yes it is.'

'see ya next time.'

'goodbye.'