Monday, June 25, 2012
You know, I have a lot of shoes.
Yes, indeed. A lot of shoes.
And I have many kinds of shoes.
You know what kind I don’t have?
No, this is interesting. Do you know what kind of shoes I don’t have in this collection?
All right then, say it.
I don’t have any Italian shoes.
Is that a fact?
That is a fact.
Funny you mention that as I’m about to leave for Florence.
Oh, you’re going to Florence?
Yes indeed. Did you hear that? I’ll be gone for nine weeks.
Oh, I believe you did mention that. Well isn’t that funny.
And you’ll bring back presents, won’t you.
I was thinking of bringing you some olives.
A bottle of chianti, perhaps.
Some local art. Or a beautiful glass pen.
You want shoes.
Oh! That’s a great idea! You are so thoughtful.
Who knew? So -- you really trust me to pick something out for you?
I mean, since I’ll be there, if I’m buying, I get to pick them out. I’m thinking I might find something – novel.
Errr, in what sense?
Something – unlike anything in your collection.
I don’t like the sound of this.
Don’t worry. I’ll find a true conversation piece.
Then again, I really love olives.
I’m thinking shoes.
The wine! Some good local wine, that would be such a treat.
No, really, you’d have to pack them and bring them back. It would be so much trouble.
It would be so worth it.
Please, you mustn’t.
Oh, I must.
If you buy me shoes, I might move away without telling you.
My, you feel strongly about this.
All right then. As you wish.