The Shirt Behind the Bathroom Door
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Jonas has a job interview in an hour, and his flatmate has locked herself in the bathroom with his only good shirt.
[A small shared flat, 7:40 on a Monday morning. Jonas knocks on the bathroom door.]
Jonas: Ama? You've been in there for twenty minutes. If I don't shower soon, I'll miss my train.
Ama: I know, I know. Just give me two more minutes.
Jonas: You said that ten minutes ago. I've got the job interview today, remember?
Ama: Of course I remember. That's why I'm in here.
Jonas: What does that mean?
Ama: Okay, don't be angry. I was ironing your blue shirt, and the iron left a mark. A small one.
Jonas: How small?
Ama: About the size of an iron. I'm trying to wash it out.
Jonas: Ama! That's my only good shirt. If it doesn't come out, I'll have to wear a T-shirt.
Ama: Wait, you can wear my brother's shirt. He left one here last summer. If it fits, nobody will know.
Jonas: Your brother is twice my size.
Ama: Then you'll look relaxed. Interviewers like that.
Jonas: Unless you open this door right now, I'm climbing in through the window.
Ama: Fine, it's open. But if you laugh at the mark, I won't lend you my lucky tie.
Jonas: You have a lucky tie?
Ama: Well, I do now.