Pretty Sure This Will Wind Up Being A Story Told At The Inevitable Intervention



Maya: “Did you go out with Janie last night?”

Me: “Yeah, we wound up at Joyride with some pack of bankers and attorneys.”

Maya: “Good night?”

Me: “Well, if the mark of a good night is a grown woman climbing through her doggy door to get home…then it was a fucking great night.”

Maya: “Annnnd, this is why I don’t go out with you guys.”


(For the record…it wasn’t me, because there’s no way I’d fit through a dog door built for a Sheltie.)