The Day After: A Brief Dialogue

Scene: Chez Squab, 24 hours after my closing my recent production. Mr. Squab has just gotten home from work.

Me: If you'll feed and water the Hatchling, I'll get our dinner ready.

Mr. Squab: OK. What are we having?

Me: Marinated chicken sauteed in caramelized onions, garlic, spinach and a white wine reduction, garlic mashed potatoes with parmesan and sour cream and a green salad.

Mr. Squab (drool starting to leak out of the corners of his mouth): Fuck!

Me: [grin]

Mr. Squab: That's it. You're never directing again.