(In the parking lot of Friend 1’s apartment building)
Friend 1: (Struggling to get out of the passenger side of Friend 2’s car while carrying skis and poles, which keep hitting the door frame) Did you ever have buyer’s remorse within an hour of purchase?
Friend 2: I am not driving you back to the mall; we barely made it out intact as it is.
Friend 1: (Constantly falling back into the passenger seat when hitting the door frame) Yeah, but people sure did get out of our way once I had these babies! Oof.
Friend 2: You don’t ski!
Friend 1: (Takes a short break before trying to get out again) That’s a fallacious argument: I never had skis to ski, so now that I have skis I will ski.
Friend 2: If you’re going to randomly take up a sport then just rent the equipment at a lodge!
Friend 1: Oh. (Falls back again)
Friend 2: Urgh; let me. (Unbuckles seat belt, gets out of the car, walks around to the other side, and grabs the skis and poles from Friend 1)
Friend 1: (Gets out of the car and takes the equipment back) Much obliged.
Friend 2: You’d better be. (Starts to walk back to the driver’s side but slips on some ice and falls) Whoop!
Friend 1: (Stares at the prone figure on the ground for a few moments) You OK?
Friend 2: (Tries to stand but winces in pain) Ah! No, I think I sprained my ankle.
Friend 1: Drat. You have a habit of slipping and falling on ice, and of course the one time you actually hurt yourself it’s in my building’s parking lot.
Friend 2: (Tries to stand by leaning on the car) Don’t they salt it at all here?
Friend 1: There’s always a valiant effort, but Nature will not be tamed.
Friend 2: (Still trying to stand) You think you can put down your impulse buys and give me a hand! (Friend 1 shifts the equipment to one side and starts to clap) Don’t you dare!
Friend 1: (Stops) I couldn’t resist the opening. (Props the skis and poles up against the car and helps Friend 2 stand) Here, let’s hobble back over to the driver’s side….
Friend 2: I can’t drive like this!
Friend 1: Sure you can; it’s not like the pedals need much pressure; cars practically drive themselves nowadays anyway.
Friend 2: (Stares at Friend 1 as if the latter has two heads) I sprained my ankle: I need an ice pack to keep it from swelling up like a balloon and some bandages to wrap it up, then maybe I can drive myself home.
Friend 1: Oh. OK, I’ll run up and get some. (Starts to leave; Friend 2 nearly tips over and grabs onto the car again)
Friend 2: Hold it!
Friend 1: (Turns around) Yep?
Friend 2: I can’t believe I have to ask this: can you help me up to your apartment so I can maybe, I don’t know, lie down while treating my injury?!
Friend 1: Uhhhhhh… you can lie down in the back seat and I’ll bring the stuff to you; no need to exert yourself! (Turns to leave again)
Friend 2: Halt! (Friend 1 turns back slowly) I am saying this backed up by decades of friendship: stop being a pill and help me upstairs!
Friend 1: (Cringes, then puts an arm around Friend 2 for support as they both slowly make their way to the building’s elevators) OK, no need to get all weird about it.
Friend 2: Oh hush up.
(At Friend 1’s apartment, the former helps the latter inside, closes the door, and leads the way to the couch in the living room without turning on any lights)
Friend 1: Here we go, right this way, hold on a sec. (Lets go of Friend 2, who leans against the wall; there are sounds of a number of objects being pushed off the couch and onto the floor)
Friend 2: (Looks around the gloom while taking off coat and gloves) Where’s the light switch in here again?
Friend 1: Huh? We don’t need it; it’s still daylight out.
Friend 2: Well, it’s twilight in.
Friend 1: Here we go! (Pushes Friend 2 onto the couch and throws a blanket in the general direction while also taking off coat and gloves) Be right back with ice and bandages! (Hustles away to the sound of large objects being kicked out of the way)
Friend 2: (Snuggles into the blanket and mutters) Weirdo.
(After a few minutes of sounds of furniture scraping the floor and objects being tossed around in other rooms, Friend 1 returns with an ice pack and bandages)
Friend 1: (Starts to wrap both around Friend 2’s ankle) Lucky these things don’t expire, am-I-right?
Friend 2: (Takes the items out of Friend 1’s hands) I’ll take care of it. (Holds the ice pack against the ankle, which is propped up on a pillow) You know, this’d be a lot easier if I could actually see what I’m doing.
Friend 1: Hm? Oh, sure. (Goes to the wall and lifts the light switch a smidgen) I’ll go make us some tea! (Dashes to the kitchen and begins banging pots and cabinet doors in there)
Friend 2: (Shakes head and starts measuring out the bandage while icing; this lasts for about a minute before Friend 2 hops off the couch and pushes up the light switch to the max) What the blazes happened here?! (The entire living room is an indescribable mess)
Friend 1: (Enters, screams, and throws self between Friend 2 and the room) You weren’t supposed to see this! No one was supposed to see this!
Friend 2: I don’t understand; I just was here, what, a few weeks ago, it was nothing like this – (Gestures at the space in general) disaster!
Friend 1: Three months, OK!
Friend 2: What?
Friend 1: It’s been three months since I’ve had anyone over here; it’s been so cold I’ve barely gone outside unless absolutely necessary; I finally discovered online shopping and I keep ordering, ordering, ORDERING! (Collapses onto the couch) I wasn’t expecting company today – if I’d known I would’ve shoved it all in the bedroom and welded the door shut.
Friend 2: (Gingerly sits next to Friend 1 and stretches leg out, still holding the ice pack against the ankle) It’s OK; once I can start walking on my ankle all right again, I’ll help you sort all… this.
Friend 1: (Sniffs and nods) I used to think I could never be one of those who ordered this much useless stuff, not in a million years, and yet, here I am, one of them.
Friend 2: Well, to be fair, this place never really was “company-ready” on a good day – there’s just more things to get rid of now.
Friend 1: Thanks, you’re a real pal.
Friend 2: Don’t mention it.
(There is a knock on the front door)
Friend 1: Who in the world? (Stands and opens the door) Yes?
Technician: Hi, I’m here for your dryer vent cleaning.
Friend 1: Today of all days! (Slams the door)
Friend 2: Wait a minute, wouldn’t you had to’ve made an appointment for that?
Friend 1: I think the landlord was trying to be helpful and made it for us. We knew it was coming, but neither the day nor the hour. (Opens the door again to the Technician still standing there) Step only where I do. (Leads the Technician to the laundry room; sounds of objects being tossed out of the way and heavy machines being staggered-stepped along the floor fill the air for several minutes before Friend 1 returns to sit on the couch) Glad to do my bit for fire prevention.
Friend 2: Uh-huh. (Lies back on the couch and Friend 1 helps adjust the icing ankle on a pillow) You know, seeing all this – (Points around the room at all the extra accessories and boxes with more accessories waiting inside) the out-of-nowhere ski purchase now makes total sense.
Friend 1: (Eyes widen) The skis! (Runs out of the apartment and down four flights of stairs back to the car)
Friend2: (Closes eyes as the sounds of dryer vent cleaning combine with the crashes of more boxes falling to the floor) Just one of those friendships that’s comfortable but exhausting.
