Harold paused by Melvin’s desk. “It looks like we can get a group discount on tickets to the game this weekend. Are you in?” He asked.
“I thought baseball was all done for the year. There’s snow out,” Melvin said.
“No, it’s basketball now,” Harold said.
“Is it going to be much different than that baseball thing we went to this summer?” Melvin asked.
“Well, it’s inside. And it’s a different sport,” Harold said.
“Does it last as long?” Melvin asked.
“It can,” Harold said.
“Are there soft seats? You get soft seats at the movies and they’re shorter,” Melvin said.
“Is there a soundtrack?” Melvin asked.
“Well, sometimes the announcers…” Harold began.
“Like at the baseball game?” Melvin asked. Harold nodded. Melvin snorted. “That’s more like listening to ringtones than a soundtrack. And it was so boring. They should at least try to script it.”
Harold laughed. “If they scripted it, it wouldn’t be real. People go to a game to see something real.”
“No they don’t. It has an imposed set of rules and people who train heavily to boost their performance. Real life is nothing like that. And I can watch real life for free,” Melvin said.
“Fine, I guess that’s a no for you,” Harold said.
“That’s right. If it’s anything like the baseball game, all there is to do is sit and eat and talk. The food was expensive, the people were drunk, the game was boring, and they didn’t even have free wifi. I hope you have fun,” Melvin said.
“Ouch,” Harold said. “I guess you’re not a sports fan. Well, you’ll feel left out when it’s all we talk about next week.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll look up the scores and such and be able to follow along,” Melvin said.
“Whatever,” Harold said. He stalked off.
Janet paused by Melvin’s desk. “Hey, there’s a comic con coming up in two weeks. A group of us were going. Do you want to join us?” She asked.
“Is it going to be any different from the one we went to last year?” Melvin asked.
“There’s new speakers,” Janet said. “And we’re all going to wear Star Wars costumes. It was Avengers last year, you remember?”
“Are the lines going to be as long?” Melvin asked.
“That’s part of the fun,” Janet said. “You get to talk to people you wouldn’t have met otherwise that share your interests.”
“We didn’t really do that last year. We just stood there and shuffled forward every so often,” Melvin said.
“No, we talked to those girls in the Sailor Moon outfits for twenty minutes,” Janet said.
“The ones who kept rolling their eyes at us?” Melvin asked.
“And we talked to those school teachers, they were nice,” Janet said.
“I suppose so. But we could hardly see the speakers and it was too loud and the food was expensive. Everything was expensive,” Melvin said.
“Yes, but it’s an experience,” Janet said. “And it only happens once a year.”
“Pass,” Melvin said.
“Whatever,” Janet said. She stalked off.
Susan had the desk next to Melvin. She’d agreed to go to both the basketball game and the comic con the moment she was asked. When Melvin was getting ready to go for the day, she asked him, “Melvin, what kinds of activities do you like to go to?”
“Oh, I like almost anything,” Melvin said. “I’m not picky.”