[Location: England. Time: Friday afternoon. The Situation: Lane (The Importance of Being Earnest) and Paul Lanark (Amsterdam) are both shopping at their local Costco when they accidentally collide and are forced to begin a conversation:
Lane: My apologies, good sir. I didn't see you rounding that corner.
Lanark: No problem at all, chap.
Lane: Say, you haven't seen any cucumbers in this place, have you? You see, "there were no cucumbers in the market this morning" (8).
Lanark: No, I'm afraid I haven't, and I've purchased items from all throughout the store. "I suppose you'd call it sampling" (178).
Lane: Oh well, thank you for your help. OH MY, WHAT IS THAT DREADFUL BEAST THAT RESTS UPON YOUR SHOULDER?!?
Lanark: That is "the Flea itself"!!! (178). Quickly! Swat it away!
Lane: No.
Lanark: Why not?
Lane: I don't want to.
Lanark: Why?
Lane: "I didn't think it polite" (1).
Lanark: But that is a flea, which would of course care little for the manners of men.
Lane: I never think it a good idea to swat fleas, sir. One day, they may swat back.
Lanark: Are you attempting to befriend that flea?
Lane: Well, yes, I suppose. "I don't know how many years on this Earth I got left. I'm gonna get real weird with it." (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia).
Lanark: What? In Costco? I absolutely refuse to listen to such dreadful talk. Good day.
Lane: Good morrow, sir.
wow, what an odd coupling of Englishmen, I frankly applaud you for putting two of the more boring characters in literature and watching them fight over flea politics in a costco. I found Lane's outburst to be particularly amusing. I only wish it were longer!
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