keaton’s friend jan was over last night.
she told us about her latest adventure in internet dating.
she met the guy at a restaurant.
the moment they sat down, he started, so your profile says you like the theater.
she said, yes, i love it.
he asked, what do you think about puppet theater?
she said, gee, i don’t know.
he said, well, i hate it. do you?
she said, well i haven’t really seen one since i was nine.
he said, so you don’t hate it.
she said, well i haven’t really thought about it, but where do you even find a puppet theater anyway?
he said, oh, they're all around us. it’s insidious. it’s a plague.
she said, well what’s wrong with it?
he said, i always feel gypped at the end because the actors aren't real, they're pine wood.
she said, i see.
then he said, i really love that tv show, "deep space nine". do you?
she said, im sorry to say that i'd rather go to a puppet theater.
he said, hmm, well that sure is a show stopper.
then her cell phone rang, as she had prearranged with her sister.
she took the call, and then excused herself, departing under the guise that her dog had just been arrested for loitering while on a suspended dog license.
she told us that in retrospect she had a pretty good time, although usually she makes it through appetizers before "deep space nine" comes up.