The West Wing, tea tray, 5-and-a-half inch floppy disk, towel::as requested by
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“You joined a gym?”
“Yeah.”
“An actual
gym?”
“Donna…”
“I mean, with the machines, and the working out, and the… you joined a
gym?”
Josh Lyman’s eyes narrowed as he glared at his assistant. “Donna, I joined a gym. It’s no big deal.” He stood in the doorway of his office, gripping the towel swathed round his neck. It felt pretty good actually. Manly. He was manly. Joshua Lyman, male animal. Donna crinkled her nose.
“Is this because of what Toby said?”
“No!” yelped Josh, deeply insulted at the idea. “This has
nothing to do what… y’know, I don’t even remember what it was… that thing… that was whatever it was Toby said. I don’t remember.”
“He said you were like a girl,” supplied Donna helpfully.
“I don’t really need to…”
“A girly little girl, giving girly tea parties on a girly tea tray to her girly dolls.”
“It’s not because of what Toby said!” Donna looked at him disapprovingly.
“You don’t need to shout, Josh.”
“You know what, Donna, yes I do. I sometimes need to shout, because I am a man, and men must shout. We are shouters.”
“You’re full of crap.”
Josh pulled himself up to his full height, held the towel more firmly, and gazed imperiously at his assistant.
“Donna, I am going to the gym. I am going to work-out, because I have decided,
entirely of my own will, that I want to. When I come back, I want that… that… that five and a half inch floppy disk on my desk.”
“What disk?”
Josh frowned. Why must he be subject to such ridiculous questions? “That disk. The floppy disk. The five and a half inch floppy disk.”
Donna looked at him skeptically. He shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable. Damn her. “Josh, do you even know what a floppy disk does?”
Shit. She had him there. Never mind. Joshua Lyman, male animal. Political mastermind. You can cope with Donna. “It’s a disk. It’s a computer thing. I want it on my desk!” He stalked out, towel still round his neck.
“You’re an idiot!” he heard Donna shout out after him.
“You’re fired!” he yelled back, grinning, safe in the knowledge that she – and the five and a half inch floppy disk, whatever the hell one of those was – would be there on his triumphant return.
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