Scene: Newtown, home of dodgy pubs and many restaraunts; earlier this month
Adam: I am hungry.
Me: So am I.
Rick: Let’s find somewhere to eat.
Adam: Okay.
(we walk for five minutes)
Rick: Oh, Indian. That looks nice.
Me: Indian sounds great.
Adam: Didn’t I tell you about my rule?
Me: What?
Adam: I don’t go out to Indian restaraunts.
Me: Why?
Adam: Are you questioning [...]
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