“Wanna go out to dinner with me?”
“Uh … have you been to Toronto lately?”
Last week, Jen (roommate) was meeting up with her best friend from high school, who flew into New York for the weekend. She flew in from Toronto.
Jen invited me to come out with them. Jen, her friend just in from Toronto, and about five other people, who had also just flown in from Toronto. What — are you NUTS?
I said, “You are aware of the problems in Toronto right now.”
“What … like … SARS?”
“Uh – Yes.”
“Well, she says that that’s all blown over now … She didn’t see any sick people in Toronto or anything.”
“Hmm.” (Clearly, they aren’t reading the newspapers I’m reading.)
Long pause. Jen said, (and I wish I could have taped her tone of voice, it was hilarious … hilarious only because she said it in a dead-serious way): “So … do you want to come out with us? Or … you don’t want to get SARS, huh…”
We roared.
“No. I do not feel like getting SARS this weekend. LAST weekend I kinda felt like contracting SARS, but I’m over that now.”
(One must joke in such serious times.)
