Bored in the shower this morning, I decided to talk aloud.
“Shut up,” I said to no one in particular.
“No, you shut up,” I responded.
“No, YOU shut up,” I repeated.
“No, YOU shut up,” I answered.
You could tell things were getting heated.
“Did you just tell me to shut up?” I asked.
“What are you gonna do about it?” I answered.
That’s when I heard a third voice. I was concerned because it wasn’t one of mine.
“Who are you talking to?” asked my wife Staci.
I looked up. She was staring at me through the shower door.
“I got into an argument,” I said.
“That’s really strange,” she said.
“What’s strange?” I asked.
“To stand in the shower by yourself and raise your voice,” she said.
“Easy for you to say,” I responded, “You didn’t hear the rude things he was saying to me.”
Staci just stood there. Silent.
Staring at me through the shower door.
What a weirdo.