Presenting
I, with the italic I, the male lead. And.....
S, the helpful friend.
One fine day,
I was sitting at a cafe with a sullen look, thinking what is happening to his bowels. He hasn't shit for the past 8 days.
Looking over his cuppa, he was thinking whether taking in his daily caffeine dosage will affect his bowel movement further.
Just then, S came along.
"Hello
I. How are you doing?" As she plunked herself on an empty seat next to
I.
"Not too bad....but could be better i guess" said
I, as he was still comtemplating whether to drink his coffee.
"You have a problem? I heard from A that you are constipated. Is it true?" S asked with a look of helpfulness on her face.
I drank his coffee...finally. Maintaining his constipated look, he replied.
"Yeah but i dun really need your help. Besides what could you do?"
S said with enthusiasiam "I can listen to your problems. I have friends, I can share your problem with them"
"yeah you could listen to my stools dropping into the water...if i have any now. And you could ask your friends and come in listen too. But that's if i have any to drop into the water."
I replied with a hint of frustration.
"But i could help and i want to help!! I call my friends now and ask for help" S acting like a puppy wagging its tail like a wind screen wiper.
S dialled her mobile, and talked to B and later C,D,E about
I's constipation problem.
"Yeah you could help, if you were an asshole. But even if you are an asshole. You can't help me shit!!" replied
I, as a mantra goes in his head
"Be cool be cool, don't slap. Be cool be cool, don't slap. Be cool be cool, don't slap"
"But i could still help!!!" S protested.
"Its official. You are an asshole. Now if i need help, i would seek help from a doctor. Certainly not getting another asshole. Would I? What can you do? Listen my problems, share it with your friends, rally your friends, stand outside my cubicle and cheer me on together with them as i try to shit??? My constipation, my problem, my asshole, my own 'big time session'. Now bugger off asshole!!"
This time, frustration showed on
I's face and tone.
I called for the waiter to order another cuppa and a pie, as S walked away, upset as
I rejected her help.
I continues to ponder upon his constipation problem, while S walks away, upset and thinking of how to help
I.