Monday, June 08, 2015

above /əˈbəv/

“What’s up?” they say to me. What’s up. I’ve never understood the point of this question. I think perhaps it means, “Hey there. I see you and feel the need to acknowledge you but I can’t think of an intelligent question, so… what’s up?”

I glance upward on this occasion. “Ceiling tiles,” I say. “and lighting tubes… wires and pipes. The third floor...”

“I see,” says the dull man.

“Clouds, helicopters, man-made satellites…”

“Okay, I get it.”

“The moon, asteroids, Pluto, the starship Enterprise, Chewbacca… Hey, where you going?”


IntrepidReader said...

Testy aren't we? That's as bad as someone saying What's New and the smart ass replying New York, New Jersey...not that I am suggesting in any way that you are a smart ass. So what are you up to these days?

Fantasy Writer Guy said...

Not much. A lot of smart-assing basically.