Championship Vinyl: Friday
Marty had managed to get Barry and Dick into a debate about two unknown bands that he couldn't care less about. It was enough to give him a break to feed Abby and get a little peace and quiet.
That was until the little bell rang on the door. He looked up and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Marcella?"
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Not-Marcella screamed.
Oh boy. "What?"
"No, no, no, don't even. I talked to Laura, Rob!" she yelled. "I talked to her and she gave me a little background. And you're a fucking ASSHOLE!"
"Mar-"
"To think I sympathized with you for two seconds! Poor Rob! Laura left him out of nowhere for the schmuck upstairs. You let me believe that!"
"I-"
"Rob! Two years ago you got Laura pregnant; you then proceeded to cheat on her! You borrowed money from her and never paid a dime back! And then, just a few weeks ago, you told her you were unhappy with her and were "kind of looking around for somebody else!"
Wow. Rob was kind of a tool wasn't he? "Look. Whoever you are-"
The woman who was not Marcella was suddenly staring at Abby.
"Is that a baby?"
What is it with people here? "Yes, but-"
"Is that your baby?"
"Yes, but-"
Marty really should have have seen the slap coming. He really should have. It connected like nothing else and for some reason it made Abby giggle.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Not-Marcella yelled and marched out of the store.
Marty rubbed the side of his face and looked at his daughter who continued to giggle.
"Sweetie, just remember that your Aunt Marcella is nothing like that. Okay?"
"Bah! Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah."
"I'm glad you agree."
That was until the little bell rang on the door. He looked up and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Marcella?"
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Not-Marcella screamed.
Oh boy. "What?"
"No, no, no, don't even. I talked to Laura, Rob!" she yelled. "I talked to her and she gave me a little background. And you're a fucking ASSHOLE!"
"Mar-"
"To think I sympathized with you for two seconds! Poor Rob! Laura left him out of nowhere for the schmuck upstairs. You let me believe that!"
"I-"
"Rob! Two years ago you got Laura pregnant; you then proceeded to cheat on her! You borrowed money from her and never paid a dime back! And then, just a few weeks ago, you told her you were unhappy with her and were "kind of looking around for somebody else!"
Wow. Rob was kind of a tool wasn't he? "Look. Whoever you are-"
The woman who was not Marcella was suddenly staring at Abby.
"Is that a baby?"
What is it with people here? "Yes, but-"
"Is that your baby?"
"Yes, but-"
Marty really should have have seen the slap coming. He really should have. It connected like nothing else and for some reason it made Abby giggle.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Not-Marcella yelled and marched out of the store.
Marty rubbed the side of his face and looked at his daughter who continued to giggle.
"Sweetie, just remember that your Aunt Marcella is nothing like that. Okay?"
"Bah! Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah."
"I'm glad you agree."