“What are your plans this weekend?”
I don’t have any. The next person I speak to, forty-five minutes later …
“You got anything going on tonight?”
I do not. I may not do anything. I stand here. I hardly move for the next half an hour and may continue that for the next few days.
“Hey!”
He also asks if I am attending an event or setting time aside for leisure. I wonder if he’s thinking of inviting me to something. He does not ask me to join him at his lake house. I don’t speak for one-hundred and forty minutes, forty-one …
“Do you play poker?”
Is she going to ask me to come along and play card games with her husband? She does not. Three hours after hearing about her weekend activities …
“So what’s your break look like?”
I’m not sure. He tells me he’s thinking of visiting his cousin. Taking a plane. Expensive, he says, but it’d be worth it. He may have sex and throw axes.
“Have you? Or … You ever been?”
I’m thinking of throwing axes at something despite that exchange being over an hour ago and from a different person. I’m not sure what he’s asking. I’m not positive if I’m the one he’s questioning. I say, “No,” just in case.
“Almost there.”
I look at the clock. She’s right. Two minutes and the day is over. Work hours will be completed. I wonder if I should stay here, at the amusement park, and not go home.
