Tim:
So, what do you do?
Mary:
I'm a reader at a publisher.
Tim:
No! You read for a living?
Mary:
Yes. That's it, I read.
Tim:
Oh, that's so great. It's like someone asking, "What do you do for a living?" "Well, I breathe. I'm a breather. I get paid for breathing." How did you get that job?
Mary:
Okay, smart-ass, what do you do?
Tim:
I am a lawyer. Sort of... Sort of.
Mary:
That's sexy.
Tim:
Is it?
Mary:
I mean, I think so. In a suit, in a court, saving people's lives. Kinda sexy.
Tim:
I guess it is. Although it's not as sexy as reading. Sitting there in an office in a little chair reading. Ooh!
Mary:
Okay, stop. Just wait right there mister, because you know a lot of books get submitted to my publisher. So it's an immense responsibility.
Tim:
I bet it is. But when you're doing normal reading,
[they both laugh]
Tim:
is it ruined because it's your job? You know, like prostitutes? I always worry that when they stop being prostitutes that they can't enjoy sex anymore.
Mary:
You always worry about that?
Tim:
No, I sometimes worry about that.
Mary:
Oh, okay, good. Because someone who always worried about that would be a bit of a worry.
Tim:
When you read a newspaper do you think, "Forget this, it's work"?
Mary:
Have you interviewed a lot of prostitutes?
Tim:
When you read a menu, do you think, "No, I'm not reading this, unless you pay me hard cash"?
Mary:
How many prostitutes will you need to talk to before this issue is solved?
