Sunday, November 30, 2008

Day 16: Waiting for C.C.


CASH: I'm starting to think he's not coming.
GIRARDI: I'm starting to ponder the essential question of what is time?
CASH: We can't wait forever.
GIRARDI: What else would we do?
CASH: Shop.
GIRARDI: For what?
CASH: For bargains.
GIRARDI: Was this a bargain?
CASH: This is a big ticket.
GIRARDI: A loss leader.
CASH: Shopping is death.
(They ponder the bleak, black, empty horizon, which signifies the future of humankind.)
GIRARDI: Twenty-six trampling days left 'til Christmas.
CASH: At Wal-Mort.
GIRARDI: Permanent layaway.
CASH: Cash and bury.
GIRARDI: Easy checkout.
CASH: They've slashed everything.
GIRARDI: Shop 'til they drop.
CASH: Holiday crush.
GIRARDI: Dead tag sale.
CASH: Everything must go.
GIRARDI: There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, there's death.
CASH: Reach out and crush someone.
GIRARDI: Mob behavior. So easy a caveman can do it.
(They silently ponder the unrelenting horror of humanity.)
CASH: In a pinch, Swisher can play centerfield.
GIRARDI: Good to know.
CASH: I hate myself.
GIRARDI: Maybe he'll call today.

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