Filed under: Clay with tags: conversations
M: I nearly got killed by a goat today.
C: A goat?
M: No. I nearly got killed by a goat today. True story.
C: Okay, whatever you say.
M: … You don’t believe me.
C: I didn’t say that. Just… Why was there a goat at your school?
M: I don’t know. There just was.
C: Okay, sweetie, whatever you say.
M: [pause] I hate you sometimes.
C: Now you’ve just hurt my feelings.
M: Yeah, well, I nearly got killed by a goat.
C: Are you saying my feelings don’t matter?
M: I didn’t say that… It’s just… Well… Me getting physically impaled onto the horns on a goat’s head totally beats you getting your feelings hurt by someone who’s fourteen inches shorter than you and less than half your weight.
C: I see. I think.
M: Good, now get back to work, dear, your break’s over.