It's a lot easier to tell a story standing in front of the person, wildly waving your arms like an anaphalactic in a bee storm. It at least makes a boring story more interesting. So there I was at Rose's house, her sitting quietly on the couch as Rose always does, me telling some story about the critical occurence of the day that had riled me up. Sweet Rose was quietly amused, whether it be by my musings or my arms creating wind currents, I couldn't tell.
Aaron walked in at that point, I was mid-sentence describing exactly how my crisis unfolded. After putting down her bag, she sat down on the couch next to Rose and (completely ignoring me) the following conversation unfolded:
Aaron: Hi Rose, what are you doing?
Rose: Oh, just watching some Bob TV. Wanna watch?
Aaron: I guess. There's a movie on later but this'll do.
My mouth was agape. I stared at both of these women who had just trivialized my entire story. As I stood there Rose sweetly said, "Oh, sorry. Go ahead Bob. You were saying?"
I shut my mouth, grabbed my bag, and quietly walked out of the house. The girls were giggling as I shut the front door, but they were right. Bob TV was born.
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