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Rain
By Rodger Jacobs
from Glendale,CA

8/4/2006
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“It’s raining.”

“So?”

“I don’t like going out in the rain. People here don’t know how to drive when it’s raining.”

“Stay in then. Is my tie straight?”

“Yes. I don’t want to stay in. It’s too depressing.”

“Go to a movie then.”

“I already checked the paper. Nothing I want to see. Besides, that only kills two hours.”

“Whatever. I’ve got a meeting in thirty minutes. Have you seen my briefcase?”

“Which one?”

“The brown leather one.”

“It’s by the front door, where you always leave it.”

“Why don’t you go to the Beverly Center or something like that? That way you can see a movie and then stroll around the mall for a few hours afterwards.”

“No. You can hear the rain coming down on the roof of the Beverly Center. I’m always afraid it’s going to collapse. Whose bright idea was it to build a mall so high in the sky?”

“Beats the hell out of me. Seriously, I’ve gotta go, hon. Try to have a good day, okay? Maybe you should take one of those pills Doctor Grant gave you.”

“They’re time-release.”

“So?”

“They don’t work on the spot. They have to be in your system for awhile.”

“All the more reason you should’ve started taking them a long time ago.”

“Like after I lost -- ”

“Don’t start. Not this morning. It’s raining and I’ll be late for the meeting if I don’t leave now.”

“Yeah. Drive carefully.”


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