Post by arkady on May 5, 2007 1:47:22 GMT -4
Arkady stared at the dismal bowl of chicken broth. It was "soup". "Chicken noodle soup". He had already eaten the bulk of the vegetables and meat, and the murky broth stared back at him. He began to sip down the bland liquid, when suddenly a shrill and irritating voice confronted him.
"Excuse me, sir," it requested, "Would you stop slurping your soup, it is loud and irritating."
The skinny old lady had a stern look about her that reminded Arkady of some of the less pleasant members of the Communist party. He glanced up at her eyebrows and noticed their distinct absence. The "eyebrows" were drawn on with makeup. He attempted to curb his instict to reach at the old lady's neck and tear her apart, because it was not the least bit inconspicuous to murder someone in public. Instead he pondered a persistent thought:
Is everything in America fake?
"Excuse me, sir," it requested, "Would you stop slurping your soup, it is loud and irritating."
The skinny old lady had a stern look about her that reminded Arkady of some of the less pleasant members of the Communist party. He glanced up at her eyebrows and noticed their distinct absence. The "eyebrows" were drawn on with makeup. He attempted to curb his instict to reach at the old lady's neck and tear her apart, because it was not the least bit inconspicuous to murder someone in public. Instead he pondered a persistent thought:
Is everything in America fake?