belong
Trevor watched that morning show where they invited a different guest host every week to team up with the permanent presenter. He wondered if it was because the regular guy was odiously boring or because the show’s content was remarkably dry. After twenty minutes, he decided it was both.
Leigh switched on her television to the same channel. How could they run a show like this every morning for the last four years without improving a notch, she thought. Fire the producers already. She was empathetic with the guest host’s plight, who was coughing at the end of every other sentence. Clearly he was struggling to remain under control.
Trevor noted that the only reason he hasn’t changed stations was because the other networks were equally as appalling, if not more tiresome. But it was more than that. Watching the boring host bantering with the sick host did something to Trevor. It made him smile. Watching people struggle with such an easy task like holding a conversation made him smug. He turned his attention to the mirror and checked his clothes. He had to look his best today. It’s going to be a good day, he said to himself.
Leigh decided it was too much work to walk up to the tv while making breakfast (her remote had been missing since last week’s party, but she had deemed it a trivial issue and hadn’t replace it), so she sat through the entire show deciding if she should allow herself the indulgence of honey on her pannekoek. What a terrible way to start the day, she thought. Nothing pained her more than watching people struggle with such an easy task. Like holding a proper conversation. Leigh turned the television off, grabbed her bag, put on her shoes, and stepped out the apartment.
Trevor stepped out of his apartment. Oh hi Leigh, how are you today? Did you watch the breakfast show? It was god-awful wasn’t it? Ha ha ha. Hey you want to share a cab?
It’s going to be a good day after all, Leigh thought to herself.
~ sean j
