Just The Once

I have never won an argument with him. He’s always busting on me, I’m perfect game. I love the sparring and teasing, and he has the knack of driving me to the very edge. At the crucial moment, if I’m about to win, he breaks into this slang and typical way of talking that throws me off. Except once.

He’s being cocky, and busting on me. As usual. We are friends.

“Look at those eyebrows. Why do they look like boomerangs, man?”

“Why do you ask? Do they keep coming back to you?”

Silence…

Hallelujah!