By Gen X
“What time is it?”
“Almost noon.”
“Oh. Weren’t we getting up four hours ago.”
“Yeah. Oops.”
“ ‘Oops,’ Mr. Grayson?...So...”
“So?”
“This is the morning after huh?”
“Yeah, seems like the other one’s I’ve had.”
“When you’re in my bed, I don’t want to hear about the other women you’ve wooed and won.”
“What do you want to know about?”
“Let’s not talk.”
“Sounds like a plan....don’t answer that.”
“But...”
“No. Technology evil. ‘Sides you can go digital when and if you get bored with me.”
“I can handle that.”
“Sides, they’re evil anyway. Complicated. Time consuming.”
“Dick. Enough computer talk. Leave the hardware alone.”
“Sounds like a pun.”
“No! Puns are banished.”
“You’re right. Who needs to talk anyway?”
“So much for getting up.”
“How does sundown sound?”
fin