Me, on a date: How do you feel about the regional gothic meme?
Date: I think it’s a little silly I mean it’s just a series of awkward injokes…
I reach for the breadsticks but they aren’t there. The basket is empty. I open my purse and from within it comes tumbling breadsticks. Soft breadsticks. Crunchy breadsticks. Buttered breadsticks. Garlic breadsticks. They cover the table, spilling off onto the floor. My date is looking at me. He does not, can not understand. He is made of flesh. The sticks do not speak to him.
Me: I’m sorry I have to leave immediately.
The breadsticks continue to fall.