Dinner and a Movie (Etherbooks Flash Fiction competition day four: topic: MOVIES)
Richmond Shelbourne and his wife Patricia were getting ready for a night out. He was carefully pulling on his paisley sweater vest while she examined her eyeliner in the bathroom mirror.
“I don’t know why we have to go to dinner and a movie,” Richmond said.
“It’s the Hamblins’ idea, dear” his wife replied. “It’s just their way.”
“I know, honey, I know,” he grumbled. “And it’s always the same. We’ll suggest Chinese and Sharon will say okay but then remember some place she saw in the Sunday paper, and pull out her clippings folder.”
“I know It’s right here somewhere,” Patricia imitated their friend, and they both chuckled.
“In the end, after sorting through the whole mess, it’ll be Chinese after all.”
“Chen Le,” Patricia nodded. “As always.”
“And then Harvey has already picked out a movie whether anybody else wants to see it or not.”
“One of those god-awful spectacles he likes so much,” Patricia added, starting to apply some more blush.
“Later, Sharon will have to talk about their little one’s latest attempts at humor.”
“Doesn’t he come up with the worst jokes?” Patricia asked.
“If you could even call them jokes,” Richmond said “Here’s one from last time. What do you call a dinosaur with no eyes?”
“No, that’s the punch line. Shut up. I kid you not. Then there was this one. What do you call a red zebra?”
“There’s no such thing as a red zebra.”
“Real funny, that one,” she said. “And Harvey, he’ll go on and on with his theories about the movie we just endured. Last time it was that Planet of the Apes movie and he was relentless in his theme that the Apes were just like Indians in a cheesy Western.”
“How?” Richmond asked.
“He meant in the way that …”
“No,” Richmond interrupted. “I meant ‘How’ like the way the Indians in those movies are always saying ‘How’. Why do they say that? What does it mean?”
“Hell if I know,” Patricia shrugged.
“Why we put ourselves through it,” Richmond began, and this time it was his wife who butted in.
“For the wife-swapping, of course, you silly man,” she said. “You still like screwing Sharon, don’t you?”
“Sure,” he smiled, “and I know you like getting it on with Harvey.”
“Yes I do,” she replied, puckering her lips to apply the last of the lipstick touch ups. “Well then, shall we?”
“I suppose so,” Richmond said.
“Don’t be glum, dear,” she told him. “It’s only dinner and a movie.”