THE GIRLFRIEND
It’s not good to have your girlfriend throwing things at you. She already pelted me with a St. Bens Chicago neighborhood directory and a phonebook. Luckily, she didn’t hit me with their corners and I got the flat of the covers right in my face. It wasn’t pleasant, but the corner could take my eye out or something. I was smart enough to finally duck and sneak out the front door before she started throwing the toaster and pots and pans at me. Now there’s every chance that something like that would put me in the hospital or put out my eye or something gruesome like that. I still don’t know exactly what I did to get her so angry with me. Yes, I asked her younger sister for her phone number, but I didn’t know that they were sisters when I met her and I wanted her phone number just to be her friend. Really! I swear! Sure, she’s like a younger, tighter version of her older sister, but I didn’t notice that at all. I’m allowed to have friends, aren’t I? Even if they are insanely attractive females who take an immediate liking to me? Am I supposed to be unfriendly and only ever talk to my girlfriend and my girlfriend alone
