by Tay Trefenwyd/James

written Sunday, 24 January 1999 © (steal this and DIE ;P)

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Tay: You better behave yourself this time. You made such a mess in that supermarket last week.
Wil: Well, what kind of idiot stacks up all those cans like that anyway? ANYone could have knocked them all down!
Tay: Perhaps, but when YOU knocked them down, you injured two old ladies and an obese ten-year-old boy.
Wil: *grumbles* Shuddup.
Tay: *laughs* The truth hurts, doesn't it? Just like when you told me that you thought Perk was cuter than Amberle-
Wil: *gasps* Shut up! We're in public!
Tay: *laughs harder* Too bad you were lying in bed sick when Perk came to say good-bye to you... you could have given him one heck of a going away present! *rolls on the floor of the farmer's market laughing*
Wil: SHUDDUP!
Tay: *gets up and grins* Hehehe... Okay! *grin grin*
Wil: *pouts* I wanna go home. *brightens* Oh, look! Organic candy! *runs off*
Tay: *makes a mental note to get Wil tested for ADD*

*later, in the store*

Wil: Oooh! Fresh basil! *picks up bunches of basil and buries his face in them* They smell so good! *SNNNIFF*
Tay: Wil, that's gross. Other people might want to buy those.
Random Customer: *looks disgustedly at Wil with his nose buried in a bunch of cilantro* Not me! *walks off*
Wil: Hey! These leaves don't smell like anything! *throws down the cilantro onto the dirty ground and runs off*
Tay: *turns* *eyes widen* Wil, don't touch the dried fruits! We have to buy them if we touch-
Wil: *picks up handfuls of dried cranberries from a barrel* Ooh! They look like red Elfstones! Sparkly! *samples a few handfuls* And tasty too!
Fat Sales Clerk: *taps Tay on the shoulder* That comes out to $45.71, mister.
Tay: But I haven't even bought what I came for yet!
Fat Sales Clerk: Keep a closer watch on your little boy toy then. *walks off*
Tay: Urr...

*later, still in the store*

Wil: Tay, give me two big ones!!!
Tay: Not in public, sweetcheeks.
Wil: *blushes* NO, I want two of these all-natural frozen yogurt popsicle things! *holds up two long popsicles*
Tay: Don't you think that's a rather phallic thing to be slurping? It's not even 10 A.M. yet.
Wil: PLEASE??? *makes eyes at Tay*
Tay: *sighs* Okay, fine, whatever. Put them in the shopping cart, I'll pay for them.
Wil: *sniffs* You're so good to me. *puts the popsicles into the cart*
Tay: *grins* That's what you said last night on the washing machine.
Wil: EEP!

Bleh... END