Three Fragments Overheard in Tucson, AZ

Scene: a Tiki Bar.

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ: I really like that one, you know—

ʙᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: The what?

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ: —you know, with the spins—

ʙᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Is that the one who—

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ: What?

ʙᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: She beat the shit out of—

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ: What?

ʙᴀʀᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: (long pause) Who is she?

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ: She’s a white woman.

Scene: the DVD shelf of a pawn shop.

ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ: Ever see this one—

ᴍᴀɴ: Love it—

ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ: —with Carrie Fisher?

ᴍᴀɴ: Ever see the Sicarios? It’s a—

ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ: Those are about the—

ᴍᴀɴ: It’s sort of a real world look at—

ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ: It’s the one with the—

ᴍᴀɴ: —a cartel.

ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ: Oh, that’s your—

ᴍᴀɴ: Yeah, that’s my kind of—

ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ: Better buy up all of these good movies before they—

ᴍᴀɴ: Before they can’t make them anymore because of the—

ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ: Yeah.

Scene: The last Waffle House on Earth.

ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴ: Who’s the other—

ᴡᴀɪᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ: That’s my daughter’s godmother I fell out with because of the whole—

ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴ: Some drama? There was some—

ᴡᴀɪᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ: We had a whole—

ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴ: —situation—

ᴡᴀɪᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ: —thing where—

ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴ: What, did she—

ᴡᴀɪᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ: It wasn’t like that, it was—

ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴ: —something else—

ᴡᴀɪᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ: —something different.

Happy birthday, Anne!