Is Today Tuesday or Wednesday? (Part One)

They sat in the car, the man was driving. Now and then he slowed down the car. It appeared to him that the car in front of them was doing the same thing. In this manner, the woman slotted The Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra tape cassette into the player.

‘Is today Tuesday or Wednesday?’ said the woman.
The man looked at his wrist but had not remembered to put on his watch. ‘Shit’ the man said. But it was more of a whimper than the use of bad language.
‘What?’ the woman turned to the man.
‘Tuesday?’ the man said.
‘Serious?’ the woman sighed. ‘Then Wednesday’s tomorrow’
‘Why? What’s wrong?’ the man turned to the woman.
‘Nothing’ the woman straightened her jacket. ‘I just can’t remember’
‘Maybe it’s not Tuesday yet’ the man slowed down the car again.
‘I don’t care’ she turned up the volume on the player.
‘You don’t care?’ the man turned added a little speed to the car.
‘What?’ the woman turned down the volume on the player.
‘You don’t care?’ the man repeated.
‘No, I don’t care’ the woman said. ‘Why?’
The man shrugged with that habitual jerk on his brow that sometimes made his face looks annoying.
‘Fart faced’ the woman murmured and turned up the volume on the player.

After spending 3 years following the same routine that the plant has perfectly scheduled for them, they suddenly became a shadow of their own past when they were laid off from work 3 months ago. They eat when they are hungry, and sleep when they are tired. The consequence of such exploitation of time was the lost of their standard behavior, i.e. their politeness, consideration, freedom of speech and team spirit, were largely uncontrolled.

‘Fart faced’ the man bitterly uttered the word, giving the woman a side way glance. ‘Better than bushy armpits still’ the man arrogantly raised his voice.
‘Yeah, but who’s the one licking them?’ the woman ironically declared.