“Everything about copper appeals to me. The standout color, the humane odor, the way it ages to an unexpected wash of green. Hell, the name…names—copper and cupric—please the lips. Copper. Copper. Coppurrrrr.”
“Um?”
“Try it. Say it. Copper.”
“Copper. OK?”
“And?”
“And,” Monica stretched the word into a question, “I wonder what you meant by ‘humane smell’.”
“Odor. I said odor. I was going to say perfume, but I didn’t want you to think I was gay.”
“Right. Because this whole conversation makes more sense because now I don’t think you’re gay too.”
“I just mean the smell of pennies is warm and friendly. Common maybe. Familiar I guess. You know…humane.”
“Yeah, that’s not exactly what humane means. And pennies are mostly zinc.”
A Discussion of Pennies
“Everything about copper appeals to me. The standout color, the humane odor, the way it ages to an unexpected wash of green. Hell, the name…names—copper and cupric—please the lips. Copper. Copper. Coppurrrrr.”
“Um?”
“Try it. Say it. Copper.”
“Copper. OK?”
“And?”
“And,” Monica stretched the word into a question, “I wonder what you meant by ‘humane smell’.”
“Odor. I said odor. I was going to say perfume, but I didn’t want you to think I was gay.”
“Right. Because this whole conversation makes more sense because now I don’t think you’re gay too.”
“I just mean the smell of pennies is warm and friendly. Common maybe. Familiar I guess. You know…humane.”
“Yeah, that’s not exactly what humane means. And pennies are mostly zinc.”