Ever had a day so bad you kept looking over your shoulder to see if a TV crew was following you? Because honestly there is no way shit this bad happens to people who are NOT in a soap opera?
Reader, today, in the Life of Nina, the following exchanges took place:
Nina to student: Why didn't you do your library project?
Student to Nina: Because it sucked.
Nina to Student: Your use of the pronoun "it" is unclear. What sucked?
Student, giggling: Yo, the project just blows.
Nina, walking away: So does your grade, Adulcio.
Nina to Buzzer: Hey. How was the visit?
Buzzer to Nina: Dad is leaving the house to 'cita. But she's willing to sell it to us.
Nina, hyperventilating: Are we going to inherit enough to even have a shot at affording it?
Buzzer: I don't know, but I doubt it.
Nina: Maybe we should poison her Percocet.
Buzzer: You're fucking crazy.
Nina: Yes. Yes I am. Four years of marriage, spent in her nightgown eating chocolate, and she inherits a house worth a million dollars. Crazy? Why, yes. You could say I am a little out of gear, yes. Rat poison, like.
Buzzer, pausing: we may have to talk later, when you are not "like this."
Nina: I will be "like this until" my father's house is deeded to his children. But talk to you later? Sure. You betcha.
Nina to observer: So, my class totally sucked.
Observer to Nina: Well, your students kind of suck, that's true.
Nina to observer: Sorry you had to see that.
Observer to Nina: Eh, it's ok. There wasn't much you could do about it.
Nina to observer: Except cut off their heads and intsall the information directly into their skulls?
Observer, pausing: I, uh, am not sure I'd recommend that.
Nina, pausing: well, what? I'd clean up the mess.