I: In the Taqueria.
Two young women at a booth, pierced and tattooed, upbeat and pleasant, each with a small child.
Woman #1 lets her child talk on the cell phone.
Woman: Tell Daddy we're having lunch.
Child: We're havin' lunth.
Woman: Tell him we'll see him later.
Child: See you later!
Woman: Tell him you love him.
Child: I love you!
Woman: Tell him Jesus loves him.
Child: Jesus love you!
After a while, the child joins the other kid at the restaurant's video game, which is one of those boxing games with a joystick and a single button on which adolescent males pretend to beat the shit out of each other. They play with the controls as the moms gather their coats.
Woman: OK, kids, let's go.
Child #2: We're playing a game!
Woman: Well, it's time to go. (sees game) Besides, that's probably not a game I'd want you to be playing anyway.
Woman (abstracted, to no one in particular): It's certainly not a game about Jesus.
Outside a large football stadium, before the big game. A parade of student protesters go by, carrying signs and chanting. A sour middle-aged couple watches.
Woman: Everybody's got to have their different causes.
Woman: They've all got their thing. There's "global warming," there's the environmentalists, there's "climate change".....
And, in sports...
Have y'all checked out that FreeRice thing? It's getting pretty addictive. A certain member of the michael5000 household, whom I will not embarass by divulging her name, got to 50! Damn!
Also, I should confess to the world that regular L&TM5K commenter MyDogIsChelsea just finished destroying me in the Facebook "Scrabulous" online Scrabble game, 461-270. That's 461 - 270. Damn.
(Install Scrabulous and find me on FB! I obviously need more distractions!)