Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Where's My Club?

I asked a "Yes" or "No" question about 15 minutes ago and I'm still getting the answer. It has turned into a cross between a story and a one person conversation with themselves. I can get up and leave the room and when I come back, it's still going.
To be fair, the answer has really been more like five minutes long, it's just that it's been repeated three times.
But the really painful part is that each time it's repeated, it's repeated slower and with more pauses. With each pause I think: "It's almost over"...and then it starts up again.
It's like a wounded animal that won't quite die. Every time you think it's gone, the body lets go with another spasm and you don't know whether to stand there and watch it twitch, or put it out of it's misery.

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