I Am Eggplant - Part 3
by Zac Kish
This is the scariest room I’ve ever been in.
You’re telling me.
There’s a poster with a cat in here.
Uh huh.
It’s dangling off a tree.
Yep.
It says “Hang in there, kitty!”
Right.
It might as well say “Screw you, Dom, you’re not getting this job and you won’t be able to provide for your family.”
“Let go and plummet to your kitty death.”
There are multiple contraptions in here that they put in vaginas.
Okay, you win. Hospital room is scarier than interview room.
So what do you think, blue or pink?
I think that we shouldn’t force our kumquat into gender stereotypes.
You’re the one that wanted to keep using different words because...
you make a little ‘eep!’ noise every time I say baby boy or baby girl.
Eep.
I’m thinking pink.
Pink? Really? I’m pulling for blue.
Why? Blues are dicks. I would know, I am one.
Because with blue we only have to worry about one dick -
while with pink we have to worry about every other dick in the world.
It’s the age-old question…
Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck, or one hundred duck-sized horses?
What?
Like would you rather deal with one really big dick (our dick) or a hundred little dicks (the world’s dicks)?
Horse-sized dick. No question.
*duck.
Autocorrect.
How is it that your autocorrect goes to the dirtier word.
I think that just shows how much we text about penises.
Anyways, the clear answer is a hundred duck-sized horses.
Much easier to kick, and the snap of a horse-sized duck would cut you in half.
You’ve thought about this before.
Constantly. It haunts me.
Don’t you think the back kick of a duck-sized horse would break your ankle?
That’s terrifying. Way to give me more nightmares.
Hey, you’re the one that has me imagining a hundred disembodied mini-dicks surrounding one ginormous super-dick.
Nightmares for days. Daymares even.
Ah! The interviewer is coming in!
Don’t mention dicks of any shape or size.
Ooh! Nurse is coming in too!
Wait! I have to keep texting you!
You’re having an interview!
I’ll just do it under the table. I’m great at multi-tasking. I can text without loijing.
Well definitely don’t “loij”, that’s a sure deal-breaker at the job.
I just have to time looking for when the interviewer blinks.
So
I
Can
I’m rolling my eyes so hard I hope you feel it.
Text
One
Word
The nurse’s name is Jamie.
That’s a nice name, right?
At
A
Time
That works for a blue or a pink.
I’m thinking we name it kumquat, out of honor for the trials of our eggplant.
Never ever going to happen.
She’s pouring goop on my belly now.
It tickles.
My biggest weakness is probably a three-way tie between trying too hard, caring too much, and my ankles.
What?
Oh my bad, started typing what I was saying.
It takes some mean focus to multi-task like this.
Your ankles?
I like to keep it light at an interview.
How have you ever gotten a job?
I’ve actually been hired from every interview I’ve ever done.
You’re currently texting mid-interview.
That shows tenacity. Very hirable.
Uh oh. He’s looking.
I’m making eye-contact with him.
I may have just realized that my typing volume is on.
Lololol.
I gotta go, keep mu edpated!
You know me, always keeping mu edpates!
30 minutes later
Woof.
That got awkward.
What happened?
We made out a little bit.
Poor start to an Employer-Employee relationship right there.
Ha-ha. What actually happened?
Well…
The interviewer caught me texting.
Eep.
And so I explained our situation…
And he totally understood!
Yay!
Yeah! He would definitely fight a hundred duck-sized horses!
Oh, also I got the job!
Yay!!!
Maybe we should name the kumquat after him, what’s his name?
Richard!
Never mind!
How’s it going on your end?
Still waiting for the doctor.
Okay, I’m on my way.
Don’t text and drive.
Okay. Good thing I have this bottle of vodka to calm my nerves.
Not funny.
Sorry, using witty humor to calm my nerves.
I’m freaking out a little bit too.
Same. I’m taking a cab so I can keep talking to you.
Doctor’s here.
Eep.
Here goes.
I don’t think I’m going to make it.
It’s okay.
*virtual hug*
*virtual hug back*
What happened?
Whathappenedwhathappenedwhathappened?
Roses are red, violets are…
Flowers?
Blue.
Boy. We’re having a baby boy.
You said it.
I will always pull through for you, Em.
Anything for our family.
I know you will. You’re going to be a great father.
And you will be a great mother.
But his middle name is definitely going to be eggplant.
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