The room was emptying out. The games were ending, and nearly everyone was going except for two men standing in the corner having a heated discussion. They kept pointing to a window, gesturing at the rain outside. They were either arguing about the weather, and whether it was a good idea to leave when said weather was so awful, or arguing about something else entirely. I walked closer to them, trying not to draw attention to myself but inevitably making more noise than it should have been possible to do in a small room with obvious furniture throughout. They turned in unison and uttered a single syllable as if their very minds were linked.
All i could do in the face of such utter rudeness was stutter out sounds that could possibly have made the sentence I’m awfully sorry but i couldn’t help wondering just what your heated debate was about. The two men looked at me, confused. So i tried to speak again. This time i managed to make a coherent sentence.
“What were you having a heated debate about?”
“Raindrops.” One of the men said cryptically.
The size of the raindrops? The shape of them? What could possibly be so interesting about raindrops that had these two men making such a racket? I couldn’t find an answer inside my mind so i voiced these questions aloud.
“It was a bet.” The taller chap declared.
“It still is.” The other muttered.
I gestured for the taller man to continue his explanation when he did not do so of his own steam.
“To see which raindrop would reach the bottom of the window pane first.” He sounded pained to have to explain this to someone who was not already involved.
“And the argument?” i prompted