So I thought I'd include for your reading pleasure a partial transcript of the conversation that took place between the laundry girl and her dad on Skype (see "Criminally Mediocre" below). I wrote this down because...well, I'm a writer, and writers do weird stuff like that:
Girl: Hey, Dad! I'm at the laundromat.
Dad: What? Why are you getting a new doormat?
Girl: Huh? No...laundromat. I'm doing laundry.
Dad: Oh. What's the quandary?
Girl: No...Dad...I said LAUNDRY!!!
Dad: Oh, laundry, right. Hey, I hope you're not washing your underwear there. [**personal thought: I hope she is...or at least washing them somewhere]
Girl: Dad! WTF? Other people can hear you, you know! [**personal thought: of course other people can hear him, you moron, which would be one of the many reasons I would not choose the laundromat as the forum for my Skype convo. Just sayin'.]
Dad: What does WTF mean?
Girl: Dad, I gotta go.
Dad: What did I say? I just asked a simple question.
Girl: I'm hanging up now.
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