Friday, August 3, 2007

08.03 THE LAST STRAW

It’s girl’s night out and you’re hopping bars downtown as best you can in high heels and a mini skirt. After batting a few eyelashes you sneak past the line into Jack Rabbits and just as you’re about to tear up the dance floor (again, as best you can in high heels), you bump into your boyfriend hitting on another girl who can hold her own in stilettos.

You finally put your shoes to good use by taking one off to throw it at his head, now deflated from the ego-tearing rant you sputtered while he tried his best to look innocent. Then, in an effort to gain impetus you search for the straw that links your mouth to your fuel and suck back the frozen rock bottom of your daiquiri. There is a final gurgling slurp before you run out of juice and aggressively slam your glass down on the bar beside you.

He has a smirk on his face. Your anger turns to fury.
But why doesn’t he seem to get it?
It must have been the straw.

Tuna argues that it’s impossible to look angry while drinking from a straw.
So we tried to. It wasn’t easy.
What do you think?