Ruby: Okay, it’s been going on long enough. I want it official. Make the announcement.
Ginger: What announcement?
Ruby: Ginger, we’ve known each other far too long for you to think I wouldn’t notice. Make the announcement.
Ginger: Seriously, what announcement?
Ruby: I’m not kidding. Spill.
Ginger: I got a new job?
Ruby: That’s not–wait, what?
Ginger: Oh, that’s not what you were talking about?
Ruby: When? What? I was…WHAT?!
Ginger: Well, about a month ago, I was approached to join a different department and so, now, I’m no longer an office lackey. I’m a Technical Entry Processor/GK, Level 1.
Ruby: What does the GK mean?
Ginger: GateKeeper. I shortened it ’cause I kept visualizing Sigourney Weaver in a red dress opening the door to Bill Murray. I couldn’t take it.
Ruby: Well, that’s understandable. But, what does the full title mean?
Ginger: I think it means I’m a data entryist with a fancy title.
Ruby: I see.
Ginger: You didn’t notice?
Ruby: Notice what?
Ginger: I was flying all over the country, getting trained by the different experts in all the programs I’ve started using. You didn’t notice?
Ruby: Ginger, you answered your cell. You didn’t say ‘Oh, by the way, I’m in…’ wherever.
Ginger: Oh. Well…okay. What were you talking about?
Ruby: Well, I didn’t mean spill about your new job that I didn’t know about. I meant about that other thing!
Ginger: You mean the new apartment and roommate?
Ruby: No, I meant…wait, come again?
Ginger: You didn’t notice the new apartment and roommate?
Ruby: I noticed it took longer to get to your place…and the studio had more rooms…
Ginger: Are you serious?
Ruby: No, I did notice the new place. I helped you move. But…Elle’s your roommate?
Ginger: Yeah. You didn’t know?
Ruby: I just thought she hung around a lot…
Ginger: And cooked dinner for fun?
Ruby: How did I get to be the oblivious one?
Ginger: I don’t know. You started this, though…
Ruby: But I didn’t mean…
Ginger: I moved into the new place with Elle about a week or so before I started the new job. And, I guess it was right after Ben and I finally ended the romantic part of our friendship.
Ruby: I know when you moved into…wait, you and Ben aren’t seeing each other anymore?
Ginger: Only as friends. Which, as far as I’m concerned, means I’ll only write to him from now on.
Ruby: Well, being institutionalized until he finishes therapy would probably help that…
Ginger: Yeah. And I don’t think I could ever truly compare to his first love: flames.
Ruby: I understand.
Ruby: No…I don’t think anyone understood why you continually chased after a pyromaniac, but I’m trying to be supportive.
Ginger: I can accept that. Elle said pretty much the same thing.
Ruby: She’s really your roommate?
Ginger: What was the thing you were trying to get me to spill about?
Ruby: Well, after all those announcements, I guess this one is kind of small in comparison.
Ginger: What is it? The new guy I’m getting to know?
Ruby: No, it’s not…what?
Ginger: Um. Nothing.
Ruby: No, really. What?
Ginger: No, what were you gonna say?
Ruby: Ginger…go ahead. I’m just learning all about you today.
Ginger: It’s really nothing. We’ve just emailed twice or something. End of story. Your turn. Go.
Ruby: Ya sure?
Ginger: Oh yeah.
Ruby: Only if you’re sure.
Ginger: Definitely sure. You go.
Ruby: You changed purses.
Ginger: I changed…oh, yeah.
Ruby: I noticed you changed purses. It doesn’t have a strap. I noticed. You’ve been carrying the new one around for about three weeks now.
Ginger: Um. Yes.
Ruby: What happened to the old one?
Ginger: I got bored with it.
Ruby: Okay. Glad we got that out of the way.
Ginger: Yeah. Me, too.
Ruby: Anything else new in your life?
Ginger: Um…no. No, actually, I think we’re all caught up.
Ruby: New job, new place, new roommate, new purse, new start of a new relationship with a new boy—
Ruby: Right. Nothing else?
Ginger: Uh…nope. That’s it.
Ruby: Good. Well then.
Ginger: Anything new in your life?
Ruby: I’m considering pushing you from a moving vehicle today.
Ginger: I’m so locking my door today.
Ruby: That would be a good plan.