pet names

I was standing at the kitchen sink, rinsing dishes when Roommate emerged from his room.

“Hey, Punk.” I said, loaded the dishwasher and snapped it shut. The microwave stopped microwaving and for a second or two, the kitchen was dead silent. Roommate was looking at me with the strangest expression on his face.

“What did you call me?”
“Punk. I said, hey, punk. Why? What did you think I said?”

Roommate just laughed. Hard. He put his hand out to the counter to steady himself. “I thought you said, ‘Hey, Pumpkin.”

“Ha! Okay, no. No, I didn’t. But from now on, you can bet your sweet ass that’s what I’m calling you.”

“You better not!”

Roommate poured some coffee, disappeared into his room. I was getting ready in the bathroom when he passed on his way out the door.

“Okay, I’m going to work.”

“Have a good day, Pumpkin.”

“Fuck you.”

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