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“You saw Becky in a commercial?”

“Yeah, isn’t that what you were talking about?

“No, I meant in person.”

“Oh, well no, I haven’t seen her in person. I thought you were talking about that commercial. There was another girl in that commercial that I also thought I recognized. She was in a few stupid flicks and I think in a porno too. I’m not sure what her real name is, but I know she goes by 3 different names; Wendy Wilson, Cindy Gibson and Tara Hawkins.”

“That doesn’t rhyme.” Kurt and Thomas looked up to find Chris, the waiter, towering over them.

“Excuse me?” Kurt asked, clearly annoyed at Chris’s intrusion.

“I said, that doesn’t rhyme.”

“What doesn’t rhyme?”

“That 3rd name. It doesn’t rhyme with Gibson or Wilson.”

“So what? Who said the names have to rhyme? And who the hell asked you anyway?”

“Look, I just figure if you’re gonna go by Cindy Gibson and Mindy Williams…”

“It’s Wendy Wilson,” Thomas interjected.

“…once you decide to pick a new name you’ll try to make it sound like the other two so that people make the connection.”

“That kinda does make sense,” said Thomas. “I probably would have picked a 3rd name that rhymed if I had 2 other ones that did. But then again there’s no law saying that I had too.”

“Oh for the love of God, this conversation is insane.” Kurt banged his head on the table to emphasize his opinion.

“Look, the point is…”

“The point is shut up,” Kurt directed at Chris as he shot his head back up. “First of all, no one invited you into this conversation. Second of all I don’t really give a rat’s ass about Cindy Gibson, Wendy Wilson or Tracy Harris.” 

“It’s Tara Hawkins,” Thomas volunteered. Kurt shot an angry look at Thomas. “Chris, just get me the usual.”



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