An open invite to fuck off
Does this mean it’s all over after many long years? Probably not. For a second I was hopeful, but then I remembered who’s running things on our end.
It’s kind of like having a guest who won’t leave, but you don’t want to come right out and tell him you’re fucking sick of him:
“Hey, you don’t have to stay here any longer. I really don’t mean to keep you.”
“No, I’m OK.”
“You sure? I know you have to get back to work soon. I don’t want you to miss anything on account of me.”
“Nah, I’m sure everything’s fine. Really, it’s no problem.”
“Uhh… OK. I’m just gonna be downstairs watching some Cosby. Let me know if you, ya know, need anything else before you go.”
“I think I’m good. Hey, is there another bathroom I could use? The toilet up here’s been acting kinda funny.”
“Yeah… Just off the kitchen.”
“Heh-heh. You ever see the one where Theo and Cockroach wanted to become pilots?”