Wednesday 27 June 2012

Brazil Nuts

Logic, Sati-style.

Some Guy: I want to come and see your work.

Sati: No.

SG: No?

Sati: No.

SG: Why not?

Sati: I like my privacy. My kids like their privacy.

SG: No you don't. You blog about everything.

Sati: Not anymore.

SG: I'm going to find out one day, you know. I have resources. Somewhere you'll have written some little detail that'll let me pin it down. Someone, somewhere, knows you.

Sati: If it's that important to you, have at it.

A week later...

SG: Shit.

Sati: Find out?

SG: You're like a ghost. [Space Ghoooost! Ahem.]

Sati: Thought not.

SG: I might hire a PI. What have you got to say about that?

Sati: If it makes you happy.

SG: Really?

Sati: If you find out, you find out.

The next day...

SG: I don't think you have a job at all.

Sati: Okay.

SG: Okay?

Sati: It's a valid theory.

SG: You probably sit home all day reading romance and watching Jeremy Kyle.

Sati: Now you're getting somewhere.

SG: What?

Sati: I do both those things.

SG: Why doesn't this bother you?

Sati: If you think I don't work, you're not going to go looking for it, are you?

SG: So you'd rather people think you've been lying for years about having a job than know where that job is.

Sati: Pretty much, yeah.

SG: ...

Sati: *raises eyebrows*

SG: You're weird.

Sati: Yes, I suppose so.