Penny: WHERE are the caterers?!
two seconds later
Penny: I’m serious, Pol. WHERE ARE THE CATERERS?
Polly: UGH I’M SUPPOSED TO DO WORK?
I JUST WANT TO IGNORE MY HEADACHE AND RESPONSIBILITIES AND FROLIC SOMEWHERE.*
Penny: They better get here. THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN HERE.
Polly: OUR SHOUTY CAPITALS ARE ABOUT DIFFERENT THINGS.
Penny: We are upset about different things.
ten minutes later
Me: Do you need anything from me, or are you good?
Caterers: We’re good.
A minute later.
Caterer: Uh… ma’am? Where did you want the black linen?
Me: On the tables…
(Because that’s where linen GOES.)
No, I wanted it hung on the walls like a tapestry.
*A side effect of falling rapidly in like with someone.