After walking the dogs (again) and the sun hadn’t come up yet, I entered the office and Bagman and
Bagman has begun tapping his large meaty fingers heavily on the small mahogany table next to the chair.
BAGMAN: “Like you’re doing right now.”
BAGMAN: “Yahoo Yahudi…Can we just shut up and go take pictures?”
BAGMAN: “Ahead of her!! She thinks you’re ahead of her!! Maybe in the bullshit category!”
I’m beginning to feel uncomfortable and insulted but hold my tongue while
BAGMAN: “Employer? You really are a butt, Butt! Without us, he’d spend the whole day watching reruns of MASH.
BAGMAN: “Timothy Leary, for instance! A good dose of LSD and I could see the Universe in a dustball!”
The sun hasn’t even come up yet and I’ve already given up on the day. Head down, I shuffle toward the exit to see if there are any reruns of MASH on cable.
Bagman starts to rise in anger but then suddenly has an intuition and slumps back in his chair totally defeated.
BAGMAN: “Oh, damn. I get it. We’re just gonna talk this thing to death and we’re not going to take any pictures at all, are we?”