Monday, November 20th, 3:35pm
Sylvester and Harry
Harry: I can’t believe the bus was half an hour late.
Sylvester: I know.
Harry: So, you going out on the prowl tonight?
Sylvester: Thinking about it. Wanna come?
Harry: Nah, chicks aren’t my thing these days.
Sylvester: (regarding him closely) I thought you were over Ththally.
Harry: (wipes spit out of his eye) Sally and I weren’t really together in the first place. We met, she got weird in a restaurant, then you know, we just went our separate ways. What’s it to you anyway?
Sylvester: You don’t have to get all catty…
Harry: No, that’s your job.
They sit quietly, both thinking for a moment.
Sylvester: Do you ever wonder if you’re jutht in the wrong plathe thometimeth?
Harry: (pats him) There there…
Sylvester: (mumbles) Thuffering Thuccotash
Next stop: Tuesday, November 21st, 6:00pm