Threats to My Health

I had a cold all of last week.  The permanent roommate was sweet and loving.  He made tea, cooked dinner, unburied the humidifier.

And then his true character emerged one morning:

"Are you taking medicine for your cough?"

"No.  It's getting better!"

"No it's not.  If you don't take medicine for it, I'll make you Chinese medicine."

"Ha.  I'd like to see you try.  There's no Chinese medicine here."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes."

"I could have smuggled some in when I brought my winter clothes..."

"You wouldn't dare."

"You never know.  I'm Chinese.  That's what we do."



I admit that, sometimes I use literary techniques of hyperbole and fillingintheblanks.  You know, make things clearer to people who can't read minds like I can.  But there are some people where those techniques are completely unnecessary.

That conversation?  Yea, you can't make that stuff up if you tried.  Unless you are my permanent roommate.  And then this type of crazy comes out all the time.