A man and a woman are sitting in a diner.  She wishes there were windows; always has enjoyed distractions.  The man is eating something monochromatic and presumably Italian. 
"Could you just, just...God!"
"Ya know what? No, no...you tell me...look, all I'm saying is..."
"Fuck, it's always this with you. Isn't it? Isn't it? You sit there and..."
"Hold on now, just wait a minute. Just because...ok..."
"No, I've listened to enough I'm going to go."
"Wait."
And here some silence.  After which more silence occurs, and during which the woman wishes for windows and the man eats; quick, tasteless, sloppy bites.  She wishes he wouldn't do that.  The clock doesn't care.
"Are you finished?"
"Are you, wait now, are you, don't..."
"Jesus Christ Barry, how many times are we going to go through this?"
"Now that's not...simply because you think..."
"Goddamn it.  I can't take this anymore"
Beginning to attract attention from the other patrons, the woman reddens.  The man's plate whitens, the final noodles drowning, lonley, in puddles of alfredo. 
"I'm going to buy this fucking place and cut in some goddamn windows."
"Wh...What does that have to do?..."
"Nothing Barry, nothing."
"Well yeah...but I am just sayin..."
"Aren't you always."
Takes two hands plus tools to remove the last strands, now cool and slimy.  The woman red for many reasons and the man's stomache bloating as the acid reacts with the carbs.  Mutual uncomfort pervades table 12.  Silence apparently in vouge.  Finally;
"It's Thursday."
"Yes? What has that to do with?...You can't just..."
"It's Thursday you daft asshole.  Thursday?"
"Well I...you said that already...it's only that I...I don't..."
"That's the whole problem. Fuck you Barry. I'm moving to Toronto."
"Ok."
A hint, only a hint mind you, of sorrow.  Downcast eyes, maybe only to assist in scooping the final traces of sause onto the knife, who's to know?  While at the same time, Yurki coughed her last; soft but obtuse, crumpled on the linolium floor of Barry and June's bathroom, forgotten.  The last thought she had was, "Modesty is but such an unfitting trait among those who dominate.  With so much at thier command, and yet their bathroom has no window."
The Bathroom Window Contraversy...