More from the "Green Eyes":
Alex, the green-eyed cruising adventure, has resurfaced as a paramedic saving the life of Maurice (I'll explain later). He has offered John a ride, they've arrived at John's place already:
If you've ever seen a movie, you've seen this one. The engine is running. I should open the door and say 'Thanks for the ride, I did appreciate.' He should say: 'You're welcome,' or perhaps say again 'No sweat,' because that's his style, then turn the car around, and leave. But he doesn't.
You never have much time in movies, not even in art-house flicks, so he can't stay silent in meaningful ways for more than a second (unless it's really one of those films that win Golden Palms in Cannes). Neither can I. So we observe regulations and stay silent for a second. Now the washed-up scriptwriter has a wealth of choices, the most important ones being (a) the driver turns off the engine; (b) the driver (or his passenger) bends over in pursuit of a passionate embrace, followed by a kiss of which we won't see the ending before the next cut; (c) the driver says: 'It's late, I'm tired, I'll see you,' followed either by the passenger's departure, or more complications; (d) the passenger opens the door and says 'Well, good-bye then,' followed by his departure and no complications, at least no immediate ones; (e) everything else.
He opts for (a), stops the engine. Then he says, "You don't have a stamp collection, do you."
"No," I say.
He's somewhat old-fashioned, I think. “No.”
"What did you do in computer science?" he asks.
"Not much, introduction, operating systems, some languages."
"C, Perl, Prolog."
"Prolog, that's funny. Must have been ten years ago, or more. Completely out-dated. But interesting, the most interesting language I've learned."
Yes, I think, how do we go on from here, moving forward. "How do we go on from here, moving forward?" I say.
"Moving forward...," the words melt on his tongue. "Why don't you show me your latest Prolog program?"