Trying to Cancel DirecTV: A Narrative
Rachel (7th grade); Carl (9th grade)
They had gone out only twice, the first time to a Cheddar’s, the second time to a different Cheddar’s. And it wasn’t exactly because Rachel disliked Carl that she wasn’t going to go out with him again; he was pleasant and occasionally amusing, but, let’s face it, she thought to herself, not worth the $7.98 weekly budget for Cheddar’s Legendary Monster Cookies keeping his company necessitated.
But in concert with his crushing naivety, his canine persistence, and his head: the head of a 14 year old boy with the unevenly parted and be-dandruffed hair of a 45 year old male librarian, Carl’s spotty comprehension of language educed Rachel’s proclivity for basic human decency such that she was unable to ever officially, completely end their toddling-relationship in the closing moments of any of their infrequent and awkward conversations.
This made their accidental meeting in the Kroger’s parking lot quite uncomfortable, Rachel knowing that she would be put in a position of either, ultimately, marrying Carl and staying with him forever, or being, however reluctantly, mean enough to impress upon him that never again would they split a Jamaican-Me-Crazy! smoothie whilst discussing the nuances of Ruffalo’s Hulk versus Norton’s. After all, their last conversation had ended, she noted to a friend via text afterward, “AQ-WERD x 3!” That is:
Oh, gosh, I’m not sure, Carl, I’m pretty busy all weekend.
OK! No problem! I’ll see you next Saturday, then!
Oh, I don’t know… I mean… I might not be able to.
Keepin’ busy, huh? GOOD STUFF! ! !
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Then Carl put Rachel on hold for 23 minutes while he got his supervisor.
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