{"id":7867,"date":"2010-08-11T11:55:56","date_gmt":"2010-08-11T15:55:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/?p=7867"},"modified":"2010-08-11T11:55:56","modified_gmt":"2010-08-11T15:55:56","slug":"real-life-dialogue-midday-meal-edition","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/johnesimpson.com\/blog\/2010\/08\/real-life-dialogue-midday-meal-edition\/","title":{"rendered":"Real-Life Dialogue (Midday Meal Edition)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" title=\"Real Life Dialogue\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/johnesimpson.com\/images\/reallifedialog_sm.jpg?resize=200%2C280&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"280\" \/><em>[Setting: a small automobile in a mid-sized city in northern Florida, USA. It is early morning. She is driving today; He occupies the passenger seat. The car pulls up to a curb. He opens his door and prepares to exit; in the midst of the usual love-yous, good-byes, and have-a-good-days, He suddenly remembers a specific item about which He meant to wish Her well.]<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>He:<\/strong> You&#8217;re going to lunch with The Stepdaughter today, aren&#8217;t you?<\/p>\n<p><strong>She:<\/strong> Yes.<\/p>\n<p><strong>He:<\/strong> Oh, well, have a good lunch then!<\/p>\n<p><strong>She:<\/strong> You have a good lunch, too. Did you bring tuna today?<\/p>\n<p><strong>He:<\/strong> No. Chicken salad.<\/p>\n<p><strong>She:<\/strong> You didn&#8217;t bring some of that beautiful tuna salad you made?<\/p>\n<p><strong>He:<\/strong> What tuna salad? I didn&#8217;t make any tuna salad.<\/p>\n<p><strong>She:<\/strong> That whole bowl of it in the refrigerator&#8212;<\/p>\n<p><strong>He:<\/strong> That&#8217;s not tuna salad. It&#8217;s homemade dog food for The Pooch &#8212; dog food <em>you<\/em> made!<\/p>\n<p><strong>She:<\/strong> <em>(laughing)<\/em> Oh.<\/p>\n<p><em>The car drives away. There is no traffic, but He remains standing there for another moment or so &#8212; standing, and collecting his wits.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[Setting: a small automobile in a mid-sized city in northern Florida, USA. It is early morning. She is driving today; He occupies the passenger seat. The car pulls up to a curb. 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