“Ahhhh!” Lulu slammed the phone down and did a little dance of agitation. She and Mr. Lulu just purchased a condo and as a result Lulu has 95 cents in her bank account. It’s making her jittery.
We went to the bank after work and I waited while Lulu procured a certified cheque for the deposit. She was a fidget-monster. I sat on a folding chair and when she came back from huddling with the teller, she had a cheque for ten grand in her bag.
“This is it,” I said, invoking the clause whereby she has twelve days to back out of the purchase, “We can still skip town and be on the beach in 8 hours.” Her eyes lit up just a little too much and she grabbed my arm.
“Oh my god, like Thelma and Louise,” she said, excitedly, forgetting, I suppose, that Thelma and Louise bit it in the end. I changed the subject, and congratulated her on her new mortgage.
The best part is that she’s on the right on the same subway line that I am, albeit a bazillion stops away, and she has a pool. I foresee lots of winter evening swims after work. It will be like going home with your friend after a rough day at school and forgetting about your normal life and normal house and normal family for a while. And I shan’t even have to dry my hair, I can just trundle downstairs and hop on the train.
Much better than Thelma and Louise.