A/N: This is for Anne Marie, Jennifer, and Rick who were able to make me
laugh today even after I spent a great deal of time in traffic!
"Josh Lyman"
"No, I'm Josh Lyman."
"Very funny, Joshua. Where are you?" his assistant asked
impatiently.
"Stuck in traffic. How can it take so long to drive from the Capitol
to the White House?"
"Maybe because the White House Deputy Chief of Staff is clogging up
the roadways with his gas guzzling car instead of walking or taking the
metro."
"I'd love to, but it's just not safe. I'm carrying
sensitive Government documents with me."
"Your gambling notes are not sensitive Government documents."
Donna replied. "How much did Matt bet against the Mets?"
"None of you business, Donna, and his money is going to be mine by
Monday."
"Of course. Did you have any, you know, Government business, or did
you just call because you were bored and stuck in traffic?" Donna
asked.
"I have news…information I need to pass on to you." Josh
hedged.
"So…bored then."
"Extremely." Josh admitted.
"Josh, turn on the radio, put on a CD, or call your Mother. I am
busy." Donna told him indignantly.
"What are you up to on Solitaire?" he asked without missing a
beat.
"425. And I only asked for a hint once."
"That's cheating Donna."
"It's a hint button, Josh. If it was cheating, it would be a
`cheat' button."
"Right. You won't see me hitting the `hint' button when
I play computer solitaire."
"That's because you can't find the `hint' button on
your computer; or the solitaire icon on your desktop for that
matter." Donna quipped.
"Hey, I'm getting much better at the technology!" Josh
protested.
"Really? How is that intercom thing working for you Joshua?"
"I don't CHOOSE to use the intercom Donna. There is a big
difference between not knowing how to use something and choosing not
to
use something."
"Hey, I'm at 540 now!" Donna exclaimed.
"Are you listening to me, Donnatella?"
"I'm sorry, were you saying something important?"
"You hit the cheat button again didn't you?"
"You're really taking the fun out of this game for me."
Donna complained. "What is taking you so long…now I'm
bored."
"See…it's contagious." Josh told her. "What have I
got left for today?"
"Nothing."
Nothing? Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. Why do you think I can afford to be sitting
at your computer playing solitaire? The President is out of town, the
speech for Thursday is locked, and we've got our votes lined up for
HHS 248. We're done."
"When you say we….wait a minute. You're on MY computer? Why
are you on my computer?"
"So I can watch for you out your window. Also, it's easier to IM
your mother."
"You're instant messaging my Mother?"
"Yeah, she's got the technology down really well, so we can
safely eliminate genetics as the cause of your technological
deficiencies."
"What are you instant messaging to my Mom?"
"Nothing big; what you've been eating, who you've been
dating…"
"Donna!"
"What? There's not much to report in either category.
Relax."
"That's not the point. You don't see me instant messaging
your mother about your personal life."
"First, you wouldn't IM my Mom; she's a Republican. Second,
what personal life? I live at the White House."
"So do I!"
"Exactly my point!" Donna raised her voice. "We need to get
lives, Josh. We need to go out for a nice dinner, get slightly buzzed on
white wine and enjoy physical intimacy while we are still young enough
to remember how it's done…"
Dead silence for about 30 seconds.
"Okay, when I said `we' you know I didn't mean you and
me together, but rather you and I separately…but with other people
should…Not that it would be bad with you, I'm sure…" Donna
trailed off as she realized she was only making it worse. "Josh? Are
you still there?" For the first time in her life, she wished for a
dropped call and when she glanced down at the receiver, thought she
might have gotten her wish. Then she heard a voice behind her.
"Maybe we should just start with dinner and see where we go from
there?" suggested Josh as he snapped shut his cell phone.
"I thought you were in traffic."
"I may have been overstating it a bit." Josh smirked.
"Let's go. I have a craving for some white wine."
The End
laugh today even after I spent a great deal of time in traffic!
"Josh Lyman"
"No, I'm Josh Lyman."
"Very funny, Joshua. Where are you?" his assistant asked
impatiently.
"Stuck in traffic. How can it take so long to drive from the Capitol
to the White House?"
"Maybe because the White House Deputy Chief of Staff is clogging up
the roadways with his gas guzzling car instead of walking or taking the
metro."
"I'd love to, but it's just not safe. I'm carrying
sensitive Government documents with me."
"Your gambling notes are not sensitive Government documents."
Donna replied. "How much did Matt bet against the Mets?"
"None of you business, Donna, and his money is going to be mine by
Monday."
"Of course. Did you have any, you know, Government business, or did
you just call because you were bored and stuck in traffic?" Donna
asked.
"I have news…information I need to pass on to you." Josh
hedged.
"So…bored then."
"Extremely." Josh admitted.
"Josh, turn on the radio, put on a CD, or call your Mother. I am
busy." Donna told him indignantly.
"What are you up to on Solitaire?" he asked without missing a
beat.
"425. And I only asked for a hint once."
"That's cheating Donna."
"It's a hint button, Josh. If it was cheating, it would be a
`cheat' button."
"Right. You won't see me hitting the `hint' button when
I play computer solitaire."
"That's because you can't find the `hint' button on
your computer; or the solitaire icon on your desktop for that
matter." Donna quipped.
"Hey, I'm getting much better at the technology!" Josh
protested.
"Really? How is that intercom thing working for you Joshua?"
"I don't CHOOSE to use the intercom Donna. There is a big
difference between not knowing how to use something and choosing not
to
use something."
"Hey, I'm at 540 now!" Donna exclaimed.
"Are you listening to me, Donnatella?"
"I'm sorry, were you saying something important?"
"You hit the cheat button again didn't you?"
"You're really taking the fun out of this game for me."
Donna complained. "What is taking you so long…now I'm
bored."
"See…it's contagious." Josh told her. "What have I
got left for today?"
"Nothing."
Nothing? Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. Why do you think I can afford to be sitting
at your computer playing solitaire? The President is out of town, the
speech for Thursday is locked, and we've got our votes lined up for
HHS 248. We're done."
"When you say we….wait a minute. You're on MY computer? Why
are you on my computer?"
"So I can watch for you out your window. Also, it's easier to IM
your mother."
"You're instant messaging my Mother?"
"Yeah, she's got the technology down really well, so we can
safely eliminate genetics as the cause of your technological
deficiencies."
"What are you instant messaging to my Mom?"
"Nothing big; what you've been eating, who you've been
dating…"
"Donna!"
"What? There's not much to report in either category.
Relax."
"That's not the point. You don't see me instant messaging
your mother about your personal life."
"First, you wouldn't IM my Mom; she's a Republican. Second,
what personal life? I live at the White House."
"So do I!"
"Exactly my point!" Donna raised her voice. "We need to get
lives, Josh. We need to go out for a nice dinner, get slightly buzzed on
white wine and enjoy physical intimacy while we are still young enough
to remember how it's done…"
Dead silence for about 30 seconds.
"Okay, when I said `we' you know I didn't mean you and
me together, but rather you and I separately…but with other people
should…Not that it would be bad with you, I'm sure…" Donna
trailed off as she realized she was only making it worse. "Josh? Are
you still there?" For the first time in her life, she wished for a
dropped call and when she glanced down at the receiver, thought she
might have gotten her wish. Then she heard a voice behind her.
"Maybe we should just start with dinner and see where we go from
there?" suggested Josh as he snapped shut his cell phone.
"I thought you were in traffic."
"I may have been overstating it a bit." Josh smirked.
"Let's go. I have a craving for some white wine."
The End
| A/N: This is for Anne Marie, Jennifer, and Rick who were able to make me laugh today even after I spent a great deal of time in traffic! "Josh Lyman" "No, I'm Josh Lyman." "Very funny, Joshua. Where are you?" his assistant asked impatiently. "Stuck in traffic. How can it take so long to drive from the Capitol to the White House?" "Maybe because the White House Deputy Chief of Staff is clogging up the roadways with his gas guzzling car instead of walking or taking the metro." "I'd love to, but it's just not safe. I'm carrying sensitive Government documents with me." "Your gambling notes are not sensitive Government documents." Donna replied. "How much did Matt bet against the Mets?" "None of your business, Donna, and his money is going to be mine by Monday." "Of course. Did you have any, you know, Government business, or did you just call because you were bored and stuck in traffic?" Donna asked. "I have news…information I need to pass on to you." Josh hedged. "So…you're bored then." "Extremely." Josh admitted. "Josh, turn on the radio, put on a CD, or call your Mother. I am busy." Donna told him indignantly. "What are you up to on Solitaire?" he asked without missing a beat. "425. And I only asked for a hint once." "That's cheating Donna." "It's a hint button, Josh. If it was cheating, it would be a `cheat' button." "Right. You won't see me hitting the `hint' button when I play computer solitaire." "That's because you can't find the `hint' button on your computer; or the solitaire icon on your desktop for that matter." Donna quipped. "Hey, I'm getting much better at the technology!" Josh protested. "Really? How is that intercom thing working for you Joshua?" "I don't CHOOSE to use the intercom Donna. There is a big difference between not knowing how to use something and choosing not to use something." "Hey, I'm at 540 now!" Donna exclaimed. "Are you listening to me, Donnatella?" "I'm sorry, were you saying something important?" "You hit the cheat button again didn't you?" "You're really taking the fun out of this game for me." Donna complained. "What is taking you so long…now I'm bored." "See…it's contagious." Josh told her. "What have I got left for today?" "Nothing." Nothing? Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure. Why do you think I can afford to be sitting at your computer playing solitaire? The President is out of town, the speech for Thursday is locked, and we've got our votes lined up for HHS 248. We're done." "When you say we….wait a minute. You're on MY computer? Why are you on my computer?" "So I can watch for you out your window. Also, it's easier to IM your mother." "You're instant messaging my Mother?" "Yeah, she's got the technology down really well, so we can safely eliminate genetics as the cause of your technological deficiencies." "What are you instant messaging to my Mom?" "Nothing big; what you've been eating, who you've been dating…" "Donna!" "What? There's not much to report in either category. Relax." "That's not the point. You don't see me instant messaging your mother about your personal life." "First, you wouldn't IM my Mom; she's a Republican. Second, what personal life? I live at the White House." "So do I!" "Exactly my point!" Donna raised her voice. "We need to get lives, Josh. We need to go out for a nice dinner, get slightly buzzed on white wine and enjoy physical intimacy while we are still young enough to remember how it's done…" Dead silence for about 30 seconds. "Okay, when I said `we' you know I didn't mean you and me together, but rather you and I separately…but with other people should…Not that it would be bad with you, I'm sure…" Donna trailed off as she realized she was only making it worse. "Josh? Are you still there?" For the first time in her life, she wished for a dropped call and when she glanced down at the receiver, thought she might have gotten her wish. Then she heard a voice behind her. "Maybe we should just start with dinner and see where we go from there?" suggested Josh as he snapped shut his cell phone. "I thought you were in traffic." "I may have been overstating it a bit." Josh smirked. "Let's go. I have a craving for some white wine." The End |
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