"You love calamari," she said as I turned back to her.
"Yes," I agreed, a little startled. She laughed and swigged more of her beer.
"I'm sorry, I should have just let you say it, shouldn't I? Any time calamari comes up in a conversation, you mention that you love it. I was just saving you the effort."
I shook my head, wincing, and reaching for my drink, said, "Old friends I've never met can really mess up my vibe."
"Awww, Muffin, does your p***y hurt?"
Martini's are about as comfortable up the nose as anybody might expect. She was still laughing over a half emptied beer by the time I'd stopped spluttering enough to wipe the tears from my eyes.
"I can't believe you said that," I sniffled.
"Sorry," she laughed. "I knew a guy who used to say that. To his brother! It always amuses me."
