Palinode: Hey, you know that cafeteria where the sandwiches exist in strict hierarchy?
Schmutzie: Of course.
Palinode: Today I abjured the salmon.
Schmutzie: You ‘abjured’ it, did you?
Palinode: Hot diggety dang I did. I bought the tuna instead.
Schmutzie: I won’t eat tuna. I find methods of tuna fishing ethically unacceptable.
Palinode: I can’t believe there’s such an industry for a fish that exists only as compressed flakes.
Schmutzie: Oh that’s gross.
Palinode: But this sandwich one came with a sticky note.
Schmutzie: What did it say?
Palinode: It said ‘tuna’.
Schmutzie: Did it say it once or did it repeat the word ‘tuna’ in a tinny little voice?
Palinode: Plaintively it cried ‘Tuna!’ before subsiding into a susurrant tuna-related monologue.
Schmutzie: What are you going to do with a sticky note that says ‘tuna’?
Palinode: Take it back to the office, affix it to documents, write reminders on it, that sort of thing.
Schmutzie: And let it lull you into an afternoon nap at your desk with its whispering?
Palinode: Heck no. I’m not letting my guard down for some dolorous post-it note and its fishload of troubles.
This post generated on 07/24/06 by the Palischmutz TalkBot. This conversation would have definitely taken place had Schmutzie not been on her coffee break when I called about the sandwich.