This could be Monday

"Oh my God. Michael, you're back from your vacation; I'm so glad to see you. You'll have to tell me all about it, I'm dying to hear. You went to Las Vegas didn't you?"

"Yeah."


"Ah, I knew I remembered. Just put your briefcase down and get settled, I don't want to miss a thing. I actually went to Vegas myself a few years back with a friend. We had an incredible time. We did it all. We stayed in a casino and took in all the shows; oh you must have seen some shows. You'll have to tell me all about it. Didn't you just adore all the lights, it's so glamorous don't you think. What did you do first? You'd better not have some crazy story about getting married down there... but I seriously want to know. Oh I feel it all over again, the excitement and all, like I was back there right now. Did you loose a bundle? No you're too smart for that. But it can happen to the best of us. Oh look at me carrying on when you're the one with all the stories. So do tell me what you thought."

"It was absolute shit."



"But what do you mean, "it was absolute shit"? What didn't you like about it? There must have been some reason that you didn't like it. You'll have to tell me."

"Well, have you ever been to a place that was just absolute shit?"



"Well, I.. I mean yeah. Well of course I have "

"It was like that".