Bag: Oh hello, Jacket. Is it that time of year already?
Jacket: I guess so. Long time no see.
Bag: Right, right. Man, I guess the days ARE getting
colder.
Jacket: Yep.
Bag: You know, I prefer the summer. I really do.
Jacket: Oh yeah?
Bag: Yeah. Sun and fun all the time. It's great and... oh, sorry.
I guess you don't want to hear about it.
Jacket: No it's okay. Go ahead.
Bag: No, no. I mean, you're stuck in the dark closet for most of
the year and I'm out with Scott every day. I don't want to
gloat.
Jacket: Every work day.
Bag: What?
Jacket: Every work day. He only takes you to work.
Bag: Well, sure. I am his work bag. Still, I get out so much
more than you do. I don't want to be insensitive.
Jacket: Oh, hey. Don't worry about that. You know what I love?
Six Flags with the kids. Man! That's so fun.
Bag: I bet.
Jacket: And camping! Man, I love camping! The campfire's great.
I smell like woody smoke for about a week afterwards. I
love that.
Bag: It's more than a week, trust me, and it's nothing to be
proud of.
Jacket: Oh, sorry. Now I'm being insensitive. I'm sure going to
work is fun too.
Bag: It's not about fun. It's about being helpful to Scott.
He needs me. I carry things. Important things.
Jacket: Oh, yeah. It must be nice to be able to do that, and...
Hey! Look at this! I've got pockets! Five of them! Big
ones! Wow. I guess I can carry things too.
Bag: Small things.
Jacket: Ever kept someone warm? It keeps them alive, you know.
Bag: Just shut up, okay.
Jacket: We're going to the State Fair this afternoon.
Bag: Shut up!
Jacket: Oh, sorry.
Bag: I hate the winter.
P.S. - I posted a poem called Americanalytic on my cogito writing site. I have to admit, I really like this one. Check it out. Thanks for stopping by.
