On the bus yesterday, from a seat somewhere behind me, though I was unable to see the conversants.

Him: “Can we play charades?”
Her: “No”
Him: “Why not?”
Her: “I don’t want to”

[beat]

Him: “Why not?”
Her: “Because I want to look out of the window at what’s going on.”
Him: “OK”

[One minute passes]

Him: “There’s nothing going on. Can we play charades now?”
Her: “No”
Him: “Oh WHY not?”
Her: “Look, just BECAUSE, OK?”

[Another minute passes]

Him: “Oh, go on”
Her: “No”
Him: “But WHY?”
Her: “Stop acting like a fucking five year old, Mark. Look, you’re 28 years old, and this is getting boring. ”

[beat]

Him: “I only wanted to play fucking charades.”