“The nation is controlled by a
bunch of morons.”
Karen rolled her eyes. “You know,
you really should consider not watching TV anymore.” Dave ignored her and
carried on. “I don’t understand how it is possible for such a large number of
people, selected by the vote of the people, have such an inability to get
things accomplished.”
She sighed, bored by the topic from
the first sentence. “So sports, huh?” He sat down at the table, watching TV
over her shoulder, and took a bite of pasta straight from the bowl. “I mean, do
you think it’s just unwillingness to get things done?” But it was rhetorical,
she knew. If he was actually present right now, he’d know better than to ask
her a politics questions. She’d told him several times she hated politics, let
alone her distaste for long-winded, high-horse diatribes by people who didn’t
really seem to know what they’re talking about.
Peter finally walked in and sat
down at the table.
“Politics?”
“Yep.”
“Anything specific this time?”
“Nope.”
“So he just gets generally upset
about general government?”
“You live with the guy.”
“I know, but he doesn’t get so
indignant when we’re playing Halo.”
“Yeah it’s hit or miss I guess.
Lucky me.”
“How long is he going to be like
this?”
“Don’t know. I don’t usually stick
around for the whole thing.”
Peter looked at the bowl of pasta
on the table and then at Dave, who was sitting his chair, looking past both of
them to the screen. Peter turned around to see what he was watching. CNN. Peter
could swear he only watched this stuff while Karen was in the apartment.
“So,” Peter said, returning his
gaze to Karen. “Want to go get pizza instead?”
No comments:
Post a Comment