My best friend, Talia, came to spend the weekend with me.
So we are seating on my sofa, doing manicures.
_ Me, upset looking at myself in my little pink mirror, glancing at my mobile phone, and huffing and puffing again: pffff.
_ Talia: call him.
_ Me, firmly as I close annoyingly my mirror: no.
_ Talia getting up and going to the kitchen: couldn’t we change the music please? I don’t really like rap.
_ Me : come and watch this dance video on Pierre-Claver Akendegue’s title. https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1AmtMpRMrD/
_ Talia after sitting down holding a bag of popcorn in her hands : yes, I like it, and also the setting she chose.
After watching the video, Talia suggests we watch the movie “Some Like It Hot”, and calls to find out where he is.
You’re irritating looking at the time every second.
_ Me, in a mocking tone: when he will FINALLY have the “complacency” to make his appearance, you will open the door since it was you who had this “brilliant idea” to call him; although I hadn’t planned that this evening.
_ Talia: I thought it would please you. Do you ever admit when you’re wrong?
_ Me, without looking at her and putting a candy in my mouth: it’s not that I don’t admit when I’m wrong, it’s that you always say I’m wrong.
‘Not quite the same.
At last the nail polish applied to all my nails, I look at myself once again in the mirror, feeling more and more annoyed, and I reach out my hand to Talia: please pass me the pink nail polish.
_ Talia, taking the nail polish next to her, and passing it to me, and keeping her fingers slightly apart on the bottle so not to touch the red she used on hers: I know you both, your paranoid and you. What did you say to him last time?
_ Me, ironically pointing up my right index finger: I’m NOT paranoid, I search for discernment.
‘Quite different.
It was HE who had the nerve to try to explain MISERABLY that it was because of traffic jams that he was “a few minutes” late.
Talia, widening her eyes, and making me want to make her the observation that she looks weird when she does that.
But I don’t because I’m not sure she would appreciate the compliment.
_ I can’t believe you made such a big deal just because of five minutes.
Not to mention that he was kind enough to call, and that
_ Me, cutting her off while absentmindedly pushing the nail polishes into a corner of the table, and still looking at myself in my little mirror: the NERVE to tell me I’m “not the only one”, pfff.
And you forget that as the say goes “before time it’s not time, and after time it’s no longer time”.
Why do you keep defending him?
Bummer, I look just like King Kong!
_ Talia rolling her eyes: you really think like a child sometimes.
He is courteous and patient.
Unlike others..
And stop looking in the mirror every second, the solution to that is fast and easy.
I choose not to answer her.
But annoyed by her lack of understanding, I furiously begin to chew on the candies she brought me.
Surely she was in a good mood when she bought them for me.
And I start to think about what point to make in return.
_ Me: your popcorns, are you aware of the fact that salt is bad for blood pressure?
But Talia ignores me completely, and emits a small laugh, her eyes fixed on Tony Curtis.
Which annoys me even more because I am certain that her laughter is aimed at me.
Both of us cross-legged on the sofa, we let ourselves be absorbed by the rest of the film.
And we laugh at the same time on Jack Lemmon’s reaction when Marilyn Monroe warms his feet.
Me, no longer able to wait and looking once more at myself in my little mirror :
seriously, when will he arrive at last?
_ Talia: I would point out to you that he is not yet late.
And also that as he made you understand last time, you are not the only customer he has to take care of.
Suddenly there is a knock at the door.
As there is no way I’m going to open after lingering, I hold my hands out in front of me pretending to admire my manicure.
And then looks at Marilyn Monroe singing.
Laughing and nodding her head, Talia goes towards the door to open it to the pizza delivery guy.
She places the box of pizza on the table: THERE, “miss capricious”. You can be a pain sometimes. Just because of that hair under your chin, you react as if it was the end of the world. It’s just ONE hair, and you can just pluck it out with tweezers.
_ Me, ignoring again her lack of rationality, opens the box of pizza, and takes a slice : He did come late.
And I remind you that it is not you who now looks like a character from “Planet of the Apes.” And that hair grows back. Aaaargh!!..
