Dotty Over Spilt Milk

Two men bitching:

“What was that screaming i heard?!”
“Oh. That was her.”
“Again? What was it this time.”
“Absolutely silly and trivial, really.”
“Tell me. I can forsake a minute to hear of another’s petty problems.”
“Well, she wanted to make pasta, see. And she didn’t have any milk…”
“What would she need milk for? You can make do without when it comes to pasta.”
“Oh no, she uses that instant mix. The type where you just stir in the packet of contents with milk and water.”
“The filthy cheat!”
“I know.”
“So then what.”
“She went to borrow some milk from the neighbour downstairs…”
“Who on earth borrows milk nowadays? That’s why we have the grocery store on the apartment grounds!”
“Shhh dont’ interrupt!”
“Sorry, go on…”
“As usual, she flirted with the hot young thing downstairs…”
“Ooh! I’ve seen him! He’s delish!!!”
“Yes yes we all know you’ve got a crush on him. Do you want to know about the milk or not?”
“Yes sorry.”
“She got the milk, tripped in the lift, and started yelling the block down.”
“That’s it?!”
“That’s it.”
“It’s just milk!”
“Perhaps because it’s milk from him.”
“Well it would have given her another excuse to go slut herself at his door again.”
“Yes, the tart.”

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