Saturday, April 25, 2009
You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings.....NOT
I have a friend, J, from high school, who is a manager at a hoity toity restaurant in Providence.
My husband wanted to go to said restaurant for dinner to celebrate his birthday, so I called to make a reservation.
When I was on the phone with the reservation girl, I asked her, "Will J be working on Saturday night?"
She said she wasn't sure. So, blah, blah, blah....we confirmed the details of our dinner, and hung up the phone.
About an hour later, I got the following text message from J:
Was that U? R U coming on Saturday?
I texted back:
Yep, that was me!
You'd better behave yourself, BITCH.
I will, BASTARD.
Ahhhh......old friends..........don't they just warm the cockles of your heart??