Dinner With Co-Worker

My co-worker called around one-thirty yesterday. I couldn't answer the phone 'cause we were in the pool. The voice mail went something like this: "Bat, we aren't going to make it to dinner tonight, the wife is being a bitch. Tell Flat I'm sorry."

So we went to dinner alone at Stoney River. Great steaks and incredible drinks. In the middle of her tropical martini, Flat leaned back in her chair and said, "The bitch doesn't know what she is missing!

Flat can be a little catty sometimes.