It had been a typically gorgeous Southern California winter day. Yeah, it had started out in the 40s as I walked out the door to head to work, but it had warmed up considerably on the drive to Downtown.
The hookers weren’t there this morning. Was it because of the cold or something more nefarious?
I brushed that thought off and optimistically decided they were working. The holidays must be rough for the ladies. Those babies and/or abortions don’t pay for themselves.
As I drove home in perfect 73 degree weather, I realized I was hungry. I thought about it and knew there was a football game to watch, so I made the decision.
I called and ordered. ETA 30 minutes. Perfect timing.
After I got home, I was undressing when the doorbell rang. I quickly jumped to answer. I was REALLY hungry.
She was standing there wearing stiletto heels and a brown trenchcoat.
“Hi”, she purred as she opened the coat to reveal what she wasn’t wearing.
“Hi”, I answered.
She asked, “Who’s playing?”
“Eagles and Potato Skins”
“Cool. No need for doggie then.”
TO THE GAME!
The Eagles need to win tonight to have any chance of defending their Super Bowl championship.
That’s as short and to the point as I can make it. Anything else would be verbose and self-indulgent.