Intense Dialogue Action

Pieces to an evening conversation with my BFF Kim, her boyfriend Chris, and Kim's 5th grade sister Kayla.

[Kim's House] 5:11 p.m.:

“Ugh I really need to start packing.” – Kim
“Well, you know you’re not going to get anything done with me here, and certainly not with Chris here.” – Me (I'm lollygagging on her futon)
“Yeah, I know. Ugh I need to go to Wal-Mart before I leave too.” – Kim
“I hate Wal-Mart.” – Me
“Me too. Mm, no, I just hate Springdale Wal-Mart.” – Kim
“Yeah, it’s gross.” – Me
“Yeah, it smells like fried chicken and puke.” – Kim
"Are you guys talking about Wal-Mart?!" - Kayla

[watching Max Payne] 6:57 p.m. Chris is over now

“I’M MAX PAYNE!” – Me
“BIIIITCH!” – Chris
“What just happened?” – Kim
“Those things are pterodactyls and they just killed that guy.” – Chris
“They are not! They’re flying demons that kill people.” – Me
“Pterodactyls kill people…” - Chris

[at Rogers Wal-Mart] 8:47 p.m. The store is immaculately clean and there are about 6 other people in it

"I can't find any 16 inch rims." - Me (I'm looking at a Wheel & Tire magazine)
"Woah! That's like 26 inches right there!" - Kim
"Ten whole inches bigger than mine. You imagine that on my car?" - Me
"That's fucking huge." - Kim
"That's what SHE said!!" - Chris
"Umm, I highly doubt that." - Kim

“You’re gonna buy that magazine? It’s like 7 dollars!” – Kim
“But it’s an annual. Of course it’s over priced.” – Me (I don't really know what I'm talking about)
“Let her get her rim on.” – Chris
“Ew. Please don’t say that.” – Me
“You know that magazine does stuff for you.” – Chris
“You’re gross. …But mildly right.” – Me
“Guys, they’re car rims. It’s page to page rims, like 200 pages. What the fuck?” – Kim
“It does kind of do things to me Kim. You know my car is going to look freakin’ sweet.” – Me
“Deidre, I love your car.” – Kayla
“Picture it with these black rims, Kayla.” – Me
“I would steal your car if I had the chance.” – Kayla
“That's so sweet.” – Me

[using self-checkout] 9:01 p.m.

“EMPLOYEE APPROVAL NEEDED. THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AT WALMART.” (so loud, you can hear it clear across the store. We all look at Kim like she's buying illegal drugs and carrying drug paraphernalia and will soon be tackled by non-existant Wal-Mart security.)
“Employee approval? What? Why?” – Kim (she's freaking out like she's buying illegal drugs and carrying drug paraphernalia and will soon be tackled by non-existant Wal-Mart security.)
“Nyquil. You bought Nyquil.” – Chris
“So?” – Kim’s little sister
“Kids get crunk off that stuff.” – Me (I can't say I even know what that means exactly.)
“Oh yeah, they run around like oh em gee let’s go buy Nyquil.” – Kayla
“How do YOU know?!” – Me
“Kids need to grow some balls and get hard liquor like the rest of us.” – Chris
“CHRISTOPHER!” – Kim
“EMPLOYEE APPROVAL NEEDED. THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AT WALMART.”
“What the crap? It’s a freakin’ magazine!” – Me
“It has half naked women in it.” – Chris
“Ugh. True. I’m not buying it for the women. I’m buying it for the rims.” – Me
“Whatever. We all know you’re a lesbian, Deidre.” – Chris
“Yeah, okay. Might explain my inability to keep a boyfriend.” – Me
“And you are “dating” my girlfriend.” – Chris
“Only ‘cause you’re not enough for her.” – Me
“OHHHH!” - Kim and Kayla
“Whatever.” – Chris
“Jealous.” – Me