June 5, 2024 • 22 mins
Episode 2 - Let it “sink in”
At 5:17 a.m., Ms. Dee reflects on life's unpredictability and her nephew Dylan's struggles. As she recalls a past birthday dinner's emotional fallout, Agent D. Willson arrives, hinting at deeper mysteries. This episode blends introspection, family bonds, and an air of unfolding intrigue.
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At 5:17 a.m., Ms. Dee reflects on life's unpredictability and her nephew Dylan's struggles. As she recalls a past birthday dinner's emotional fallout, Agent D. Willson arrives, hinting at deeper mysteries. This episode blends introspection, family bonds, and an air of unfolding intrigue.
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🌐 Visit the official Excuse Us site: lifedesigned.net/excuseus
📘 Join the community on Facebook
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Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/excuse-us--6179435/support.
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(00:01):
The following show contains mature themes andlanguage that may not be appropriate for all
audiences. Can you keep in mindwith this contest intended for mature audience's own
listener description is advice. Let's seewhat did happen at the diner? Okay?
So I start from the beginning.Okay, it's now five seventeen am.
(00:29):
I stand sconed in the bathroom,a silent observer to the show and
slow rhythmic ballet of the trouplets escapingthe facet, each falling into the waiting
embrace of those relatively clean And Ido mean relatively or dare I say moderately
pers animal sink. The room wearsits tales of views and occupation with a
(00:55):
certain nonchalant does in give a fuck? Heathery crack and fade a tile a
testament to its history and lack oflove. For lack of wetter words,
I'm detached myself from myself. Thesink, a curious ensemble of porcelain and
(01:15):
metal, sits at the center ofthis humble space, a battlefield where water
wages is war against grime. AsI fixate on the incessant tripping, a
sense of disarray envelops the scene,which like the invisible shout of a fatigue
that clings to my frame. However, the true spectacle lies in the realm
(01:38):
of the minuscule, the drain.It's a landscape of its own, a
chasm that has witnessed countless encounters withsoapy sud, unruly hair, in the
untold disasters of a daily existence.Yet this innocuous hole in the porcelain facade
now resembles an oracle of sorts,a peep hole into the deepest recis of
(02:00):
some eldritch entity and its psyche.The Drain's abyss calls out for peculiar fascination.
It's depths, teasing the mind toweave tales of unfathomable horror or elusive
marvels. Peering into the mysterious darkness, one might envision a gateway to realms
(02:21):
beyond. To hear the faint whispersof lost echoes. It's almost as if
it offers a subtle hint of what'sto come. In this silent communion with
the bathroom, mundane yet enigmatic components, time momentarily loses its grip, much
(02:42):
like I do with reality. Atthis point, I stand as a witness
to the harmonious rhythm of water meetingporcelain, in the uncanny convergence of chaos
and order, in a space asboth intimate and detached as the sun's first
tentative fingers brush against the horizon,and I find myself immersed in contemplation.
(03:05):
My connection with the everyday mysteries deepenswith each echoing trop Tomorrow marks a red
day off for me. Although myplans fell through, there is a laundry
list of tasks I conveniently procrastinate onand sharing a leisure day at home.
Perhaps I'll take a tackle on thecows in the garage. It's been on
(03:27):
the back burner since I first movedin three years back. Reflecting on how
things could have unfolded differently three yearsago, I've come to embrace the pressing
moment. Why am I talking likethis? Who talks like this? Anyway?
I'll make my way downstairs, anda surge of joy washes over me.
(03:51):
It's genuinely the first time since I'vehired my nephew Dylan, or should
I say day. I'm trying tobe respectful for the choice, but grammatically
is a goddamn night mare. Ivividly recall the day that he told us
that would already becoming a day didhave it on my birthday as we celebrated
at our usual I tie lay inthe restaurant. My mother always cracked us
(04:15):
him stupid choke, saying, y'allall ready for her in the ocular experience
in the world of Southeastern Asian wasin and we'd laugh, poking fun at
the locals or not having the colloquialidioms. As we were gadding in vedive
for to dwelve and to dessert.Dylan pulled me asign mean thoughtful enough.
(04:38):
She didn't. He didn't want day, didn't want to steal the spotlight on
my birthday. He asked if itwas okay to use his ocation for the
announcement. I was like, sure, why not? What's the words that
could happen? It can't top thebombshell you dropped them them last time about
being a heat. Now since itwas my birthday bash, I figured,
even if things went south, we'realready eaten, so I wouldn't leave starving.
(05:03):
And if it all went downhill,well, I could have taken a
dessert home for a solo indulgence.Later when things cooled off. As fate
would have it, I found myselfindulgent in my own birthday cake, solo
nestle, in the comfort of myown bed. To add an insult to
injury, Kay, or rather Susan, arrived fashionably late, while Dylan bore
(05:27):
no responsibility for the mishab I can'tsay their news. It was the trigger
of their eruption. Kevin stormed offin a fitter age, his voice echoing,
nothing ever goes my way. Thecorrelation between these events remains hazy.
Gavin, despite his flaws, neverstruck me as prejudice sir. He's obstinate
(05:48):
and quick witted, but I begotdoubtful. I distinctly recall perching in the
curve, waiting to settle the billand the rich evil of the Longings,
engaged in conversation with Dylan. I'mnot trying to be a dick or a
cunt, ur an asshole. What'sa what's a gender neutral body part?
(06:14):
An elbow? That's right, I'mnot trying to be an elbow. I
just don't don't know who I amanymore, and honestly I can't. I
can't, I cannot relate to anyoneI see I understand, kiddo. Shit,
we'll go through this our entire lives. Gender dysphoria. Oh god,
no, no, not me.I don't know about others, but I
(06:41):
think there's so much pressure now onthat specifically. I don't get why it's
on blast. To be honest,it should be, oh, I'm this
cool? Thanks? Can we thedessert here while it's still warm? You
know? That's so I should bethe way. Why are they being elbows
about it? I think people areelbows no matter what. They are predisposed
(07:09):
to bend one way or another,and in the minute you try to band
them in another way, they eitherbreak or get real fucking sore about it.
Nice job sticking to the elbow analogy. Shit. Assholes can be forced
to adapt. Cunts will take theheat, and Dix will eventually give up
completely. And that's why you areyou kid. No matter what I do,
(07:32):
mean what, and no matter wewill always love you. Yeah,
I know. And things will fallwhere they may and they'll sort themselves out
eventually, fucking yeah, eventually ornot at all. But by that time
there'll be some other bullshit in thehorizon, so don't need to stress about
(07:55):
it. Yeah, I know,thanks Auntie, se plus C plus I
thought I was doing all right.I got barely a passing grade. What's
going on here? It's not agrade. You're always that little extra I
knee, you know what I mean? I am always a little extra.
I really miss that kid, andhonestly I miss everyone. The whole cast,
(08:18):
the whole ordeal has left me completelybewildered, struggling to make sense of
it all. I'm fighting hard toavoid shutting down completely, trying to keep
myself together. And then, atthat precise moment, the room's heavy air
was brushed aside by the entrance ofanother agent. Her demeanor was a blend
(08:41):
of authority and compassion, or uniquevalance that early intrigued me. As she
entered, she carried a chair thathad been flung across the room earlier,
a small yet significant gesture of areconciliation with the fluid motion. She settled
herself in the bake seit an unspokenapology hanging in the air. It was
(09:03):
then that I noticed her glass eye, an unexpected detail that held his own
story. I'm sure it was astriking feature that should have caught my attention
instantly. The minute she walked in, but in that moment it merely added
to her enigmatic aura in a worldtainted by cosmic chaos. She had embraced
(09:24):
her imperfections with a bold and anapologeticattitude, opting for a unique and almost
naruto esque replacement. His new presence, agent d Wilson, emanated a sense
of warmth thing a sharp contrast starkilywith his sterile surroundings. Her voice was
(09:46):
a bomb, and her words weresincere and carefully chosen. I do deeply
apologize, Misty. The treatment youhave received so far there is truly truly
inexcusable, especially given the unimaginable trialsyou're faced. Our intention, I swear
(10:13):
to you, Our intention is toprovide you with the highest level of comfort
the spite the current limitations. Forbrief moment I hesitated my mind, raising
to respond adequately, and then witha newfound attitude, perhaps the consequence of
surviving the unfathomable, I thought,why the fuck not? After witnessing apocalyptic
(10:39):
horrors of costing proportions, it fellalmost trivial to ask for a decent cup
of coffee and a more forgiven chair, or the impending debriefing which might take
ours days, I don't know.As she rose to leave, she pivoted
to face me, meeting aging dWilson's case. I made my request,
(11:03):
we're here for you, miss,and she assured me that she would arranged
it properly. We locked eyes.We're here for you, Misty, she
uttered, her voice carrying an airof reassurance. This is only the beginning,
a prolug, Catherine, to what'syet to unfold. This is only
(11:24):
the beginning, a prolog of what'syet to unfold. Our words lingered in
the air, cryptic and intriguing.I found myself slightly taken aback, Grappling
with her hidden implications and meanings,I managed to mustard a bewildered excuse me.
(11:48):
This episode is made possible by listenerslike you. Visit our website at
lifdesign dot net, Forward slash excuseUs. For support or additional information,
please visit our website or pet pageat Patreon dot com. Forward Slash rod
pull Art Tonight's production of Excuse Us, a mystery drama with delightful undertones of
(12:09):
humor and Eldridge horror. What's producedby Rebecca Lakepool and Rodrigo Pool, written
and directed, and performed by RodrigoPool in association with R and R Side
Audio Theater. Music and sound effectsby Epidemic Sound some other sound effects who
are recorded live on set, voicemodulation by eleven Maps. If you're enjoying
(12:31):
this production, please make sure toreview or subscribe to our show wherever you
listen to your podcast, check outour Patreon page for bonus content. Until
next time, this is Rodrigo Poolsaying thank you very much for listening
The following show contains mature themes andlanguage that may not be appropriate for all
audiences. Can you keep in mindwith this contest intended for mature audience's own
listener description is advice. Let's seewhat did happen at the diner? Okay?
So I start from the beginning.Okay, it's now five seventeen am.
(00:29):
I stand sconed in the bathroom,a silent observer to the show and
slow rhythmic ballet of the trouplets escapingthe facet, each falling into the waiting
embrace of those relatively clean And Ido mean relatively or dare I say moderately
pers animal sink. The room wearsits tales of views and occupation with a
(00:55):
certain nonchalant does in give a fuck? Heathery crack and fade a tile a
testament to its history and lack oflove. For lack of wetter words,
I'm detached myself from myself. Thesink, a curious ensemble of porcelain and
(01:15):
metal, sits at the center ofthis humble space, a battlefield where water
wages is war against grime. AsI fixate on the incessant tripping, a
sense of disarray envelops the scene,which like the invisible shout of a fatigue
that clings to my frame. However, the true spectacle lies in the realm
(01:38):
of the minuscule, the drain.It's a landscape of its own, a
chasm that has witnessed countless encounters withsoapy sud, unruly hair, in the
untold disasters of a daily existence.Yet this innocuous hole in the porcelain facade
now resembles an oracle of sorts,a peep hole into the deepest recis of
(02:00):
some eldritch entity and its psyche.The Drain's abyss calls out for peculiar fascination.
It's depths, teasing the mind toweave tales of unfathomable horror or elusive
marvels. Peering into the mysterious darkness, one might envision a gateway to realms
(02:21):
beyond. To hear the faint whispersof lost echoes. It's almost as if
it offers a subtle hint of what'sto come. In this silent communion with
the bathroom, mundane yet enigmatic components, time momentarily loses its grip, much
(02:42):
like I do with reality. Atthis point, I stand as a witness
to the harmonious rhythm of water meetingporcelain, in the uncanny convergence of chaos
and order, in a space asboth intimate and detached as the sun's first
tentative fingers brush against the horizon,and I find myself immersed in contemplation.
(03:05):
My connection with the everyday mysteries deepenswith each echoing trop Tomorrow marks a red
day off for me. Although myplans fell through, there is a laundry
list of tasks I conveniently procrastinate onand sharing a leisure day at home.
Perhaps I'll take a tackle on thecows in the garage. It's been on
(03:27):
the back burner since I first movedin three years back. Reflecting on how
things could have unfolded differently three yearsago, I've come to embrace the pressing
moment. Why am I talking likethis? Who talks like this? Anyway?
I'll make my way downstairs, anda surge of joy washes over me.
(03:51):
It's genuinely the first time since I'vehired my nephew Dylan, or should
I say day. I'm trying tobe respectful for the choice, but grammatically
is a goddamn night mare. Ivividly recall the day that he told us
that would already becoming a day didhave it on my birthday as we celebrated
at our usual I tie lay inthe restaurant. My mother always cracked us
(04:15):
him stupid choke, saying, y'allall ready for her in the ocular experience
in the world of Southeastern Asian wasin and we'd laugh, poking fun at
the locals or not having the colloquialidioms. As we were gadding in vedive
for to dwelve and to dessert.Dylan pulled me asign mean thoughtful enough.
(04:38):
She didn't. He didn't want day, didn't want to steal the spotlight on
my birthday. He asked if itwas okay to use his ocation for the
announcement. I was like, sure, why not? What's the words that
could happen? It can't top thebombshell you dropped them them last time about
being a heat. Now since itwas my birthday bash, I figured,
even if things went south, we'realready eaten, so I wouldn't leave starving.
(05:03):
And if it all went downhill,well, I could have taken a
dessert home for a solo indulgence.Later when things cooled off. As fate
would have it, I found myselfindulgent in my own birthday cake, solo
nestle, in the comfort of myown bed. To add an insult to
injury, Kay, or rather Susan, arrived fashionably late, while Dylan bore
(05:27):
no responsibility for the mishab I can'tsay their news. It was the trigger
of their eruption. Kevin stormed offin a fitter age, his voice echoing,
nothing ever goes my way. Thecorrelation between these events remains hazy.
Gavin, despite his flaws, neverstruck me as prejudice sir. He's obstinate
(05:48):
and quick witted, but I begotdoubtful. I distinctly recall perching in the
curve, waiting to settle the billand the rich evil of the Longings,
engaged in conversation with Dylan. I'mnot trying to be a dick or a
cunt, ur an asshole. What'sa what's a gender neutral body part?
(06:14):
An elbow? That's right, I'mnot trying to be an elbow. I
just don't don't know who I amanymore, and honestly I can't. I
can't, I cannot relate to anyoneI see I understand, kiddo. Shit,
we'll go through this our entire lives. Gender dysphoria. Oh god,
no, no, not me.I don't know about others, but I
(06:41):
think there's so much pressure now onthat specifically. I don't get why it's
on blast. To be honest,it should be, oh, I'm this
cool? Thanks? Can we thedessert here while it's still warm? You
know? That's so I should bethe way. Why are they being elbows
about it? I think people areelbows no matter what. They are predisposed
(07:09):
to bend one way or another,and in the minute you try to band
them in another way, they eitherbreak or get real fucking sore about it.
Nice job sticking to the elbow analogy. Shit. Assholes can be forced
to adapt. Cunts will take theheat, and Dix will eventually give up
completely. And that's why you areyou kid. No matter what I do,
(07:32):
mean what, and no matter wewill always love you. Yeah,
I know. And things will fallwhere they may and they'll sort themselves out
eventually, fucking yeah, eventually ornot at all. But by that time
there'll be some other bullshit in thehorizon, so don't need to stress about
(07:55):
it. Yeah, I know,thanks Auntie, se plus C plus I
thought I was doing all right.I got barely a passing grade. What's
going on here? It's not agrade. You're always that little extra I
knee, you know what I mean? I am always a little extra.
I really miss that kid, andhonestly I miss everyone. The whole cast,
(08:18):
the whole ordeal has left me completelybewildered, struggling to make sense of
it all. I'm fighting hard toavoid shutting down completely, trying to keep
myself together. And then, atthat precise moment, the room's heavy air
was brushed aside by the entrance ofanother agent. Her demeanor was a blend
(08:41):
of authority and compassion, or uniquevalance that early intrigued me. As she
entered, she carried a chair thathad been flung across the room earlier,
a small yet significant gesture of areconciliation with the fluid motion. She settled
herself in the bake seit an unspokenapology hanging in the air. It was
(09:03):
then that I noticed her glass eye, an unexpected detail that held his own
story. I'm sure it was astriking feature that should have caught my attention
instantly. The minute she walked in, but in that moment it merely added
to her enigmatic aura in a worldtainted by cosmic chaos. She had embraced
(09:24):
her imperfections with a bold and anapologeticattitude, opting for a unique and almost
naruto esque replacement. His new presence, agent d Wilson, emanated a sense
of warmth thing a sharp contrast starkilywith his sterile surroundings. Her voice was
(09:46):
a bomb, and her words weresincere and carefully chosen. I do deeply
apologize, Misty. The treatment youhave received so far there is truly truly
inexcusable, especially given the unimaginable trialsyou're faced. Our intention, I swear
(10:13):
to you, Our intention is toprovide you with the highest level of comfort
the spite the current limitations. Forbrief moment I hesitated my mind, raising
to respond adequately, and then witha newfound attitude, perhaps the consequence of
surviving the unfathomable, I thought,why the fuck not? After witnessing apocalyptic
(10:39):
horrors of costing proportions, it fellalmost trivial to ask for a decent cup
of coffee and a more forgiven chair, or the impending debriefing which might take
ours days, I don't know.As she rose to leave, she pivoted
to face me, meeting aging dWilson's case. I made my request,
(11:03):
we're here for you, miss,and she assured me that she would arranged
it properly. We locked eyes.We're here for you, Misty, she
uttered, her voice carrying an airof reassurance. This is only the beginning,
a prolug, Catherine, to what'syet to unfold. This is only
(11:24):
the beginning, a prolog of what'syet to unfold. Our words lingered in
the air, cryptic and intriguing.I found myself slightly taken aback, Grappling
with her hidden implications and meanings,I managed to mustard a bewildered excuse me.
(11:48):
This episode is made possible by listenerslike you. Visit our website at
lifdesign dot net, Forward slash excuseUs. For support or additional information,
please visit our website or pet pageat Patreon dot com. Forward Slash rod
pull Art Tonight's production of Excuse Us, a mystery drama with delightful undertones of
(12:09):
humor and Eldridge horror. What's producedby Rebecca Lakepool and Rodrigo Pool, written
and directed, and performed by RodrigoPool in association with R and R Side
Audio Theater. Music and sound effectsby Epidemic Sound some other sound effects who
are recorded live on set, voicemodulation by eleven Maps. If you're enjoying
(12:31):
this production, please make sure toreview or subscribe to our show wherever you
listen to your podcast, check outour Patreon page for bonus content. Until
next time, this is Rodrigo Poolsaying thank you very much for listening
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