I saw Frank and Diane argue on Friday night at the bar, as much as I wish I hadn't. But it was impossible not to hear every word.
Which made it all the weirder when I walked into the bar on Saturday night to find Frank nursing a double Jack and coke, alone.
I sat down near him and couldn't help myself.
"You couldn't last a day?"
He looked at me, confused.
"Last night, Diane told you she was sick of you being here."
"No she didn't, she told me I should come here every night!"
I explained sarcasm, slowly.
No comments:
Post a Comment