Wherein The Usefulness Of Orange Juice As A Nasal Spray Is Discussed, or, Stop Talking Until I'm Done Drinking This

Act Fourteen, Scene Four

Cast: Man Eating Fried Potatoes, Woman Drinking Orange Juice

Setting: 9:23 AM, Violet's Cafe, Portland

MEFP: I had to go out to Wal-Mart last night to buy a shower curtain.
WDOJ: Which one did you go to?
MEFP: The one on 82nd.
WDOJ: Really? I'm glad you lived to tell the tale.
MEFP: I didn't realize what a dodgy area it was in until the cashier said, "Good luck getting to your car" when she handed me my change.
WDOJ: [Snorts OJ through nose]
MEFP: And the "greeter" looks like a cross between Crispin Glover and Charles Manson. The look on his face - I swear he was trying to kill me with the power of mind.
WDOJ: Damn it. Stop that.