Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann and Scott.
Subject: Noodles Noodles Everywhere
Ann is washing dishes when the timer goes off.
Beep beep. Beep beep. …
“Scott!” Ann shouts, as Scott looks up from the television, “Check the pasta for me!”
Scott looks at Ann elbow deep in soap suds and complies. He takes the wooden spoon and scoops out two strands of spaghetti and flings them at the ceiling, where they stick.
“What’d you do that for?!”
“Pasta’s done.” Scott says, pulling the inside part of the pasta pot out, and turning off the stove.
“Did you have to throw it against the ceiling? Couldn’t you have just tasted it?” Ann asked, drying her hands.
“Tasting it. Now that would’ve been better. No big deal, I’ll just reach up and ..woah, the ceiling’s kinda high.”
“Get the stool.”
“Err…well uh…I kinda broke the stool last week.”
“What’d you do now Scott?”
“Billy had my hamburger…so I tackled him. He was sitting on the stool, and we kind of crushed it and bent the legs.”
“Can you fix it? Where is it?”
“No, we threw it out. It was beyond repair.”
“Well then, no dinner until you get those noodles down.”