“You told me the machine ate your card.”
“That was… another machine.”
“Excuse me. Ann is my fiancée. Well, was. Sort of. I thought.”
“Are you butting in again?”
“Wait! You must be—”
“Andrew. Andrew P. Claiborne the Third. You must be Emily. And he must be—”
“He’s Bruce. Don’t mind him if he’s a little uncouth.”
“Uncouth!”
>BRUCE
“Hey, that’s my account, Emily. You don’t have any right to press Bruce! “
“Why not? You say you wanted to pay for dinner and the movie, but the machine ate your card. So let’s go for it.”
GO FOR IT, EMILY
PLEASE ENTER DESIRED AMOUNT——
• $20
• $60
• $100
• $200
>$60
SORRY. INSUFFICIENT FUNDS. WANT TO TRY FOR $20?
>$20
SORRY. INSUFFICIENT FUNDS. WOULD YOU LIKE A BALANCE CHECK?
“No!”
BRUCE’S BALANCE: $11.78
SURPRISED?
“Surprised? I’m furious! Some birthday celebration! You didn’t even have enough to pay for a movie, much less dinner! And you lied!”
“Excuse me, it’s your birthday? It’s my birthday too!”
“You stay out of this, Andrew, or whatever the fuck your name is.”
“Don’t be vulgar, Bruce. He has an absolutely perfect right to wish me a happy birthday.”
“He’s not wishing you a happy birthday, he’s butting into my life.”
“Allow me to wish you a very happy birthday, Emily.”