FALLING ANSWER MACHINES-
"Paris dropped out of college," Briseis reported after Hector asked her where Paris was.
"HE WHAT?"
"Oh no, that's not correct," Briseis murmured. "He was "kicked" out of college."
Hector's fist tightened around the jam tart he was holding and jelly exploded over his fingers.
"And where is Paris now?" Hector asked through his gritted teeth.
Briseis laughed and replied, "He's off to become a model."
Hector sighed and muttered something that sounded vaguely like, "When he gets home..."
Looking down at the answer machine curiously, Briseis noticed that there were exactly 100 messages all from the same person. She pressed a button and began to listen to the messages. They were all from some man who repeated the same message over and over again in a monotone voice.
"You owe me, you owe me, you owe me," the answer machine squeaked repeatedly.
Hector glanced at it and without a word, ripped the machine from its wires and threw it in a trash bag. After a silent moment, a voice reached their ears.
"You owe me, you owe me, you owe me."
Hector didn't even look up from his newspaper. "Pulverize the thing."
Briseis carefully removed the answer machine from banana peels and crushed soda cans and threw it out their café window. Their café, Café Troy, was located on the fifth floor of some skyscraper and she hoped that no one would get a concussion from a falling answer machine.
A minute later, a guy stormed into the café, a threatening glower on his face. He held a squealing answer machine in his fist. Marching right up to the counter where Briseis was working, he slammed the machine down in front of her and said quite calmly,
"You threw an answer machine at my head."
Briseis didn't bother to look up. "So sue me."
The guy was boiling with fury now. She could practically feel red, hot anger radiating around his body.
"And what if I threw an answer machine at your head?"
Briseis looked up and stared the stranger in the eye. His eyes were a clear, pure blue, now narrowed to slits. 'He probably can't stand the fact that I ruined his perfect golden hair,' Briseis thought as she looked as his now matted hair.
"First of all, how the heck do you know that "I" threw that thing?" Briseis demanded and then she pointed at Hector with an accusing finger. "How do you know that he didn't throw it?"
"Second of all, I did not mean to hit you on your precious little head," Briseis continued. "And finally, if you dare throw that thing at me, I will throw this coffee pot at you!" She snatched up the boiling coffee pot and waved it in front of his face.
For a moment, the guy stared at her, wide-eyed, but as if he were shocked that anyone would dare talk to him in such a way. Then, he burst out laughing. Briseis bit her lip and without a moment's hesitation, splashed a quart of sizzling coffee at the guy's shirt.
Just then, Paris swaggered in and as soon as he saw the stranger, he yelled,
"No, please don't hurt me, Achilles!"
"Paris dropped out of college," Briseis reported after Hector asked her where Paris was.
"HE WHAT?"
"Oh no, that's not correct," Briseis murmured. "He was "kicked" out of college."
Hector's fist tightened around the jam tart he was holding and jelly exploded over his fingers.
"And where is Paris now?" Hector asked through his gritted teeth.
Briseis laughed and replied, "He's off to become a model."
Hector sighed and muttered something that sounded vaguely like, "When he gets home..."
Looking down at the answer machine curiously, Briseis noticed that there were exactly 100 messages all from the same person. She pressed a button and began to listen to the messages. They were all from some man who repeated the same message over and over again in a monotone voice.
"You owe me, you owe me, you owe me," the answer machine squeaked repeatedly.
Hector glanced at it and without a word, ripped the machine from its wires and threw it in a trash bag. After a silent moment, a voice reached their ears.
"You owe me, you owe me, you owe me."
Hector didn't even look up from his newspaper. "Pulverize the thing."
Briseis carefully removed the answer machine from banana peels and crushed soda cans and threw it out their café window. Their café, Café Troy, was located on the fifth floor of some skyscraper and she hoped that no one would get a concussion from a falling answer machine.
A minute later, a guy stormed into the café, a threatening glower on his face. He held a squealing answer machine in his fist. Marching right up to the counter where Briseis was working, he slammed the machine down in front of her and said quite calmly,
"You threw an answer machine at my head."
Briseis didn't bother to look up. "So sue me."
The guy was boiling with fury now. She could practically feel red, hot anger radiating around his body.
"And what if I threw an answer machine at your head?"
Briseis looked up and stared the stranger in the eye. His eyes were a clear, pure blue, now narrowed to slits. 'He probably can't stand the fact that I ruined his perfect golden hair,' Briseis thought as she looked as his now matted hair.
"First of all, how the heck do you know that "I" threw that thing?" Briseis demanded and then she pointed at Hector with an accusing finger. "How do you know that he didn't throw it?"
"Second of all, I did not mean to hit you on your precious little head," Briseis continued. "And finally, if you dare throw that thing at me, I will throw this coffee pot at you!" She snatched up the boiling coffee pot and waved it in front of his face.
For a moment, the guy stared at her, wide-eyed, but as if he were shocked that anyone would dare talk to him in such a way. Then, he burst out laughing. Briseis bit her lip and without a moment's hesitation, splashed a quart of sizzling coffee at the guy's shirt.
Just then, Paris swaggered in and as soon as he saw the stranger, he yelled,
"No, please don't hurt me, Achilles!"