Three words. Write.
Tangy, adjective: zesty, sharp, acid, acidic, tart, sour, bitter, piquant, spicy, tasty, pungent.
Unhinged, adjective: deranged, demented, unbalanced, unglued, crazed, mad, insane, disturbed, out of one's mind, out of one's tree; informal crazy, mental, nutso, bonkers, batty, loopy, loco, postal, bananas, touched, batshit.
Vapid, adjective: insipid, uninspired, colorless, uninteresting, feeble, flat, dull, boring, tedious, tired, unexciting, uninspiring, unimaginative, uninvolving, lifeless, tame, vacuous, bland, trite, jejune.
A short. Short. Story.
Did I call you Yesterday?
I’m sitting in my car speaking to you over blue tooth.
Did I call you yesterday? I barely remember hearing your voice. I told you I couldn’t find my car. I remember telling you I searched for it on the rooftops, and how I slipped from the terra cotta shingles and ended up falling on my back into someone’s backyard. The couple that lived in the house was a vapid pair and did not oblige the anxiety or urgency to find my car. They didn’t even care that I fell from the roof. They didn’t even question it. They treated me like I was there for a visit. They fed me a lunch of cucumber sandwiches, which are out of season. They made me watch their butler and maid re-enact a scene from the celebrated Broadway play, “Hamilton.” Not being actors, the scene was a jumble and not entertaining.
They gave me a drink, although tangy and sweet, it made me sweat and I insisted on calling you. They allowed me the use of their phone, it was strangely attached to the wall with a cord… I don’t know what happened after that. I’m sure the couple was more boring than before, and perhaps I died from the boredom. That was yesterday.
I’ve been running a fever. I know the fever made the conversation seem like I was unhinged. I know I have the flu.
Do you know where my car is?