Disclaimer: Usual stuff applies here...don't own them and nobody gives me any money to write this stuff so I'm stuck with a car that only works occasionally.
"Hey Hutch?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever thought about it?"
This was not a good start to the conversation.
"Thought about what Starsk?"
I'm going to regret that, I can feel it.
"Why we have a little toe…"
I knew it.
"I can honestly say I haven't."
"Haven't what?"
"Thought about it. Keep up with your own conversations."
"Oh. Well I have."
"I figured as much."
"It doesn't do much does it?"
"It's a toe Starsk…you can hardly teach it to do tricks."
"My cousin could."
"Huh?"
"With his toe."
Reaching over I removed Starsky's cup of coffee from his hand.
"Hey! I was drinking that!"
"You have had way too much caffeine. You're making even less sense than usual."
"You can be really mean sometimes, you know that?"
I drank his coffee and decided that saying nothing was the best course of action.
Starsky sat and sulked for a few blissful, peaceful moments.
Then he sighed.
I ignored him.
So he sighed louder.
Still I ignored him.
So he sighed in a very exaggerated and overly dramatic fashion.
Again I ignored him.
So he fidgeted in his seat and sighed some more.
"I think you've sprung a leak Starsk."
"Huh?"
"I keep hearing air escaping."
"Oh."
Another few quiet moments passed.
"Hey Hutch?"
"Yes Starsky."
"Why do pigs have curly tails?"
I hate stakeouts.