Ah, because sex ed can’t be too sexual, it’d run the children.
I do Friday days and Saturday nights, plus the occasional weeknight when we’re open for an event.
Right. It’s all very medical and I’m not really supposed to make sex sound fun. As if they all don’t already know it themselves.
Alright. I’ll keep that in mind. I usually go out Saturday nights, because I still use Friday to do grading and get it over with. Like having my own homework.
Like it was yesterday, I definitely have a good picture of it. Do you get to do the condom on the banana thing?
Static, it’s on Smallman Street.
A cucumber. I made a play for using some kind of non-perishable, reusable stand in for the phallus but the board that it would come across too sexual. So here I am with my cucumbers.
I think I’ve been there, once. I’ll have to get my best friend to check it out with me again. What are your nights?
I’ll bet that’s a trip.
I bartend at a club downtown.
Oh, you have no idea. Do you remember being a fourteen or fifteen year old boy? Then you can imagine what I deal with during the sexual education unit.
Oh, which one? I’m surprised I don’t recognize you then.
So, what is it that you do, Dahlia?
I teach health classes to freshmen students at the high school.
[Takes her hand and shakes it] Nice to meet you.
[Gives his hand a firm shake.] Likewise.
I’m pretty likable. The name’s James.
Sure, sure. Mine’s Dahlia. [Extends her hand to shake.]
Wear them, stick them in the annoying fuckers’ faces.
Okay, I like you.
Does them squawking actually do anything?
Well, no. So I guess fuck ‘em but it is annoying.
And that’s a bad thing?
Parental squawking about my income? Yes, because I get paid peanuts and the shoes were actually a gift.