A Special Day Page #3

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Who cares about where you are,

all that matters is who you're with.

Being in heaven with the wrong person

is like being in hell.

Like it here?

Yeah.

- You don't really like it here.

- It's fine.

Let's play a game,

I'll pick the next place,

then you pick the one after.

All right.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Let's go.

Hi, Neda.

- Hi, Marco! How are you?

- Fine, and you?

Fine. You're so fancy...

- Why are you dressed up?

- I work as a chauffeur.

- Your mom must be happy.

- She is.

She managed to hook you up, huh?

- We'd like a lane for an hour.

- All right.

- I'm a size 43, and you?

- 38.

- Thank you so much

- Sure, it's my job.

That's six euros, Marco.

- Six euros?

- Now that you work...

- You can pay.

- Right, I work now...

- Say hi to your mom.

- Okay. Bye, Neda.

- Almost a strike!

- Yeah!

- Your turn.

- What do you mean?

- I'm not playing alone.

- But...

- I don't like bowling.

- Don't like it or don't know how?

- I know how to play.

- Then bowl.

- I'll ruin my French manicure

- French manicure...

- Are you going to play or not?

- All right.

- Take that!

- You got a strike...

All those excuses

and then you get a strike...

It's all technique.

You distracted me!

- Impressive!

- Impressive...

No call from them yet,

should I call my boss?

Forget it, I don't really care.

- Sure?

- Yes.

Q k3Y-

Some people have no respect

for themselves.

Who, her?

I was fat too when I was a kid.

- No way!

- I swear, I was a lardball.

At school the kids called me

"mutilated walrus".

- Why mutilated?

- I'd just had my appendix removed.

That was the straw

that broke the camel's back.

I said:
"No more mutilated walrus,

time to make a change!"

- What did you do?

- Diet and exercise, naturally.

No sweets, no carbs,

and lots of bowling.

- Bowling is no sport!

- It does help balance you out.

- Give it a try.

- Right.

And it used to be free.

Oh God!

- What?

- Nothing, don't turn around.

- Why?

- Nothing, don't turn around!

- Don't tell me that's your ex!

- She sure is my ex...

- Don't turn around.

- Fine.

- Do you mind if we leave?

- Let's go.

Honey, wait...

I forgot my purse.

- Right, your purse.

- Sorry.

- Shall we go?

- Yes.

- You are nuts.

- And you're an a**hole.

- Why?

- You put your tongue in my mouth.

You kissed me, I couldn't help it.

- "A**hole" is a bit much.

- Dummy, that kiss was just an act.

Well I'm not an actor.

- I'm going to tie your feet up.

- You wish...

- Look what you did.

- Relax!

- I want to return it spotless.

- It's not yours?

Mine? I wish it were!

I do plan on buying my own one day.

And I'll work for myself.

Maybe I'll lease one...

I'd be crazy to ditch this job now.

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