Two siblings, living on opposite ends of a great pond, catch up over the phone. Ill tidings of assorted aches and pains are exchanged. Morbid moroseness, often misspelled as ‘morosity’, ensues. Based on a true story from the Intrasomatic Conspiracy files. Written for those who enjoy listening to other people’s conversations.
Warning! Not for the hypochondria oriented! Please consult your physician or psychoanalyst before reading any further.
Gil: Hello? Are you there?
Gil: Oh! I almost didn’t see you there. How are you? I’m crappy.
Jill: Crappy or crabby? (laughs)
Gil: No, not crabby. ‘Crappy’, with a capital ‘C’. Sorry, you just caught me at a bad time.
Jill: Sorry to hear that. What’s up?