The Ficus

You had one job. One. Yes? Yes. What happened? What happened? To the plant? The one in the corner that you were supposed to be watering? I did. Many times. Many times? Really? Are you doubting me know? What color is it? What? You got eyes haven’t you? Tell me what color it is? What color? Yes. Okay, the stem is dark brown. Fuck the stem. I don’t give a shit what color the stem is! You asked me what color didn’t you? The leaves. What color are the leaves? It’s a bit hard to describe. Try me. They kind of a pale yellow brown color. Correct! What color were they when I left? The leaves? Yes, the leaves. What color were they when I left? Green? Are you sure? Is that you answer? Yes. So what happened? I don’t know. Yes you do. I tell you I don’t. But you do. Be honest. What happened. I watered it just like you said. No you didn’t’t. You did not. No watering. What do you mean? If you watered the tree would still have green leaves, but as you can see, it doesn’t. So? So what? So tell me what happened. I don’t know , I watered it just like you said. Did you? Yes. How many times a day did you water it? Once? Is that a question or a statement? It’s the truth. We’ve been friends along time, please don’t insult my intelligence. I’m telling you the truth. How could you be telling me the truth? Look at it. It’s dead. You fucking killed it. You had one job!