Mr. Rilch called home, said he’d be back in about 45 minutes. I figured I had time to apply an avocado mask, let it set, and wash it off during that time.
(For those who don’t know it, an avocado mask is like a facial: you smear this green goop on your face, avoiding the nostrils and eyes, leave it on for ten minutes or so until it crusts over, then wash it off. It’s suppose to cleanse the pores. Some purists might say it doesn’t—bodypoet, what’s your take on this?—but I love the cool tingly feeling it gives me.)
So the phone rings halfway through this. I pick it up and it’s Friend.
“Hy. H’s nt hm yt…h sd h’ll b bck abt svn.”
“He’ll be back at seven? Okay…Are you okay? Why are you talking like that?”
“M wrng n uvucudu msk.”
“A what?”
“N uvuvcudu msk…y knw, lk u fcl?”
“Oh, a pore cleaner. Okay, have at it!”
“u-k. C u…u sht, t crkd!”
LOL. Wouldn’t that be a great wey to dismiss someone you didn’t want to talk to? “Cn u cll bk? M wrng n uvucudu msk!”