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The accidental peeper
N.: Hey -- you.
R.: I'm sorry, me?
N.: Yeah, you.
R.: Do I know you?
N.: No, no. Would you come here a second?
R.: I, uh --
N.: Look, it's just a moment. I need an opinion.
R.: But I don't know you.
N.: Yeah, yeah. Right. Look, it's just a second. See these glasses?
R.: The binoculars?
N.: Right, the glasses.
R.: Why are you under someone's window with binoculars?
N.: It's my window. Someone's inside.
R.: Someone's in your house?
N.: I don't know who it is. I think I see them, but I'm not sure I'm looking right. Can you take a look?
R.: Yeah, okay.
N.: Okay, hold them here...and look right over there.
R.: By the plant?
N.: Yeah. Tell me what you see. Describe everything, no matter how small.
R.: Okay. Well, I see a ficus, I think. I don't know plants that well. Maybe it's a cactus. My wife used to grow those. Anyway, a ficus, and the mini-blinds, and I see an end-table with a lot of stuff on it. Makeup kits and mirrors and stuff. And there's a -- uh, well...there's a brassiere dangling from the bedpost. I see a wallet on the end-table, too. The walls are white, and -- wait, I see shadows. Shadows, like two people -- dancing? Dancing, maybe. I'm not certain what's going on there, but it doesn't seem illicit. Why would there be two strangers dancing in your bedroom? They're just ignoring that wallet, which I suppose is yours. Is it yours? ... Is it? ... (looks around) Where'd you go? Gee, I hope he didn't go inside to confront the intruders. ... Well, okay, so now they're not dancing anymore. They're on the bed. Wait -- oh, crud. Wait. That's him -- that's the guy who gave me the binoculars... Shoot. (looks around) Uh. Hmm. Well, then.
N.: (throws open window) Hey, wait! Wait! Come back! We like being peeped on! We'll pay you! Come back! Please! Hey!
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