The art gallery teems with people who have forgotten what it means to be human and so they crap in full view while sipping cheap chardonnay.

She decided that was that. She started packing. Our vacation’s not over! he cried. She mimed a response. He stared blankly into his tequila.

He stared at his monitor as the code scrolled past. She came up behind him and said, I don’t know what you do, and she didn’t mean his work.

The phone rings. They both stop and watch it ring. He knows if she asks him to answer, there will be meaning attached. Pick it up, she says.