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Sisyphus Got Off Easy
“I wouldn’t order that if I were you.”
“But I haven’t decided on anything yet.”
“Well, whatever it is, I’d advise against it.”
“Leave me alone, already.”
“Sorry, can’t do that.”
“Please,” I say as you sit there across the table from me with a smug grin. “Just let me order in peace.”
I look back down at the menu and then you slap both hands down on top of it. “See what I’ve done with my nails? You think that’s my color?”
The waitress appears at the table and, yet again, asks if I’m ready to order.
“Another few minutes, if you don’t mind.”
“Very well,” she says before walking back to the counter.
I glare at you and rip the menu from under your hands. Your face contorts into a mock pout, and your voice drips with Elmer Fuddian condescenson. “Aw, somebody’s a widdle iwwitable today.”
Back at the hotel room, the bedside clock radio says 3:46 a.m., and here I am on my knees washing your feet in a plastic basin as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Between my toes,” you say as you look down at me indignantly.
“I’ve already done between your toes.”
