The MC is in counselling, some time after the death of his girlfriend.
“And then what happened?” He peered at me over the top of his glasses.
“Do they teach you that look at medical school?”
“I was just imagining, it must be like the first day in the army. You queue up, then shuffle down the line and pick up your white coat, stethoscope, tongue depressors and half-moon, wire-framed spectacles.”
“It’s a little more involved than that.” He glanced back at his notes. “So, you were in the army?”
“No,” I said. “I was just imagining. I saw Private Benjamin, though. That’s how they did it in Private Benjamin. Boots, uniform, kit bag…”
“I don’t think I saw that movie."
“You should, it’s very good. Goldie Hawn.”
Hemming leaned back in his chair. “Did you see One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest?” He paused to be sure I got his point. I paused to confirm I did. “So, what happened after the funeral?”
“The usual. Food, alcohol, a fist-fight, alcohol…”
“The usual. Me and her younger brother got into it about how if I hadn’t started dating her, and I hadn’t taken her to the movies that night, and I hadn’t tried to play the hero, she probably wouldn’t be dead now.”
“And you said?”
“And I said, did [Do] you think I hadn’t [haven't] thought of that? [Then] I said if you hadn’t filled yourself up with your father’s whisky, and you hadn’t come over here trying to blame me for what happened, you probably wouldn’t have a broken nose.”
“And he said he hadn’t got a broken nose.”
“And I said I hadn’t finished yet.”
Funny and compelling. Very nice.