Call Me When You're on Your Way

I am showered and perfumed. Cute jeans and top. Jump into the car. It's 9:30 on a Friday night after a week of working at the TB headquarters. BFF asked me to call her when I was on my way to pick him up. Bluetooth is turned on, she answers somewhat hurried. I say,

"Why do I feel I am going to pickup really good take-out right now?"

She laughs heartily into the phone,

"That is the best thing I have heard all week."