Not Touch

I asked my roommates what to write about. They were not as helpful as I wanted them to be. But still a little helpful I guess. Their ideas:

• Write about them
• Lights
• Abby's essay assignment
• Caramel sauce
• My terrible speaking grammar

I decided that last topic would be adequate.

Let's set the scene:


THURS EVENING - 9:42 PM

NICOLE is minding her own bees wax, making a caramel dip for apples. The base is yogurt so she has this empty yogurt cup sitting next to her.

Enter SARAH and ABBY.

                                                       ABBY

                                            What are you making?

                                                     
                                                       NICOLE
                                            Caramel dip?
                                                       
                                                       ABBY
                                            For ice cream?
                                                       
                                                       NICOLE
                                            No, for apples.

                                                       SARAH
                                            What do you use for it?

                                                       NICOLE
                                             Like, some yogurt and brown sugar and whatever.

SARAH walks to where the empty yogurt cup sits on the counter. Her hand hovers over it for a short time.

                                                       NICOLE (in a panicked voice)
                                             Not touch!

                                                       SARAH
                                             .......

                                                       ABBY
                                             Not touch?

                                                       NICOLE
                                             Yeah, I need that. I didn't want you to throw it away.

SARAH and ABBY'S laughter ensues.

END SCENE

So apparently when I feel threatened my grammar resorts back to that of a two year old. This should be promising if I ever get attacked while I'm out for a jog or confronted by an angry drunkard or whatever. Again, this causes me to think that my children have a very bright future ahead of them.