God: Ada? ... Ada!
Ada: Who is there? Satan? Is that you?
God: No, it´s Me.
Ada: Me who?
Ada: Oh, shit! Really?
Ada: Have I done something wrong? Am I dying?
God: Everybody is constantly doing something wrong and no, you are not dying (yet). Just wanted to hang out.
Ada: Oh! ... Sure! Ok. So ... what´s up?
God: Do you have something to drink?
Ada: Just some lousy vodka. Should we have some shots?
God: What the hell, bring it on!
( Full of delight I went in the kitchen and brought two small shot glasses and a bottle of shitty vodka. There is a special kind of happiness surrounding me when I serve shots. I poured one for me and one for God. )
Ada: Do you know how to drink it?
( God lifted His right eyebrow and looked at me with great disappointment. Then He lifted up the glass and said ... )
God: Here´s to us...