Today at Boheme:
MAN (not depressed braces guy): I was supposed to meet Carla, but she’s not here. (Exasperated sigh) DAMmit! She’s a !%?!-ing psychic! You think she’d remember!
SELF (rillyrilly trying not to laugh): Oh, I’m sorry.
MAN: I mean, why can’t she be something really useful — like telekinetic or something? I need some damn stuff moved!
For some reason, this reminds me of that episode of “Friends” where someone steals Monica’s (Courtney Cox’s) identity and signs up for a tap class. So Monica/Courtney buys another spot in the tap class so she can spy on/possibly confront her fake doppelganger. But instead of hating her eevill twin, she ends up admiring her and they become rebel-best friends. Until of course eevill twin burns Monica/Courtney and runs for the hills.
I think Carla’s poured from the same mold.
lolololol.
“Why can’t she be something really useful?”
(That said…damn, I’d LOVE to be telekinetic. That would mean I could confiscate cell phones being used in my classes without ever having to go up to the student. And I could teleport all the papers stacking up in my office to the recycling center).
So this begs the question… if you could have one power, what would it be?
I’d like to fly.
Carla’s looking for the poor guy at the coffeehouse owned by NANCY. She gets a little mixed-up, y’know. Rain, tremors, smog, sunshine, little yapping dogs–all sorts of things interfere with her super intuitive powers.
She must have thought that he was going to forget, so she decided to pre-empt him. Either that, or she knows that in two years they will be bitterest enemies, so she’s getting a head start.