An Interview with Peter McKinley

(the guy whose wife got blind in a bizarre incident)

D: Welcome back, ladies & gentlemen. I trust you've had a relaxing break from my rambles - wherever you are! Tonight. Tonight. A tragic story. Put your hands together for Peter McKinley!

*applause (and occasional annoying whistle)
D stands up and shakes hands ever so politely with Mister McKinley.
Oooh's and Aaaah's from the croud and country music in the background*

D: Such a...an honour to have you here.

PM: (cliche reply)

D: Peter, how are things going?

PM: I take it day by day, Dolorez. You know, when Nopolka first started bumping into the antique chest drawer, I knew something was wrong. Well, we all knew. Kaspian and Nadildo were the ones who realized first that there was...something wrong.

D: Pardon? Who? Who's...Napolka? You mean your wife?! I thought her name was Sandy.

*Dolorez looks at audience and cracks a smile. They laugh (as usual)*

PM: We call her Sand--

D (ignores PM and skeaks to audience): I'm never buying YOU again!

PM (shy smile): As I...ahem...as I was saying...

D: Sorry, uhm, Peter, what are your children's names?

PM: Kaspian and Nadildo.

D (Puts face in hand): Haaaaa! Haaaaaaaaaaaaa! Haaaaaaaa!
You are not serious!

PM (straight-faced, yet confused): Kaspian and Nadildo.

D (gestures for water with tears in her eyes): Ok (stifles giigles) go. on.

PM: Well, the first time she broke her hip was when we really, really knew that something was...wrong.

D (Poker-faced): Why only then? I mean, weren't there any other indications before she broke her hip?

PM: Well, there was the time when she once parked our car four blocks down in another family's swimming pool.

D: So, what did you do?

PM: I pulled her out of the pool first, of course.

D: Mmmm.

PM: And then I took her home and put acid in her eyes.

D: Good night, folks!