(scene opens in cluttered basement, laundry baskets overflowing with clean laundry)
Me: (folding) Boys, is the basket of laundry in front of the washer clean or dirty?
(pause for processing delay, Alpha muttering complex tactical plans into headphone)
Beta: Clean.
Me: Then can you move it off the dirty laundry pile?
Beta: (into headphone) Hang on, Online Friend, Mom’s talking to me. (pause for digital slaughter) Sure mom, just let me finish this.
Me: (casting about to appropriate basket) That’s fine. I… (stops to remember) Oh, right. Some of the clothes in that basket…
Beta: (into headphone) You need to get up to the platform.
Me: (interrupted, resets) There’s clothes in the basket that aren’t….
Alpha: (into headphone) I’m about five steps ahead of you, we’re running out of time.
Me: (starts to sweat) Delta’s clothes are in the basket…
Beta: (into head phones) Hold here a sec. (mashes some buttons) What did you want mom?
Me: (dazed blank stare, struggling to remember temporal placement)
Delta: (calls from the stairs) You need to se’arate Delta clo’s from you clo’s in ‘a bas’et, Beta.
Beta: Ok. Will do.
Me: (poleaxed) Thank you, Delta. I’m glad someone’s got my back.
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