He called, when he heard about my fainting in front of Port Authority. Here is how it went.<\/p>\n
Bren<\/i>: Sheila! You fainted? What the hell??<\/p>\n
Me<\/i>: I know. I have a black eye. I look like a jackass.<\/p>\n
Bren<\/i>: Are you okay?? Why are you at work?<\/p>\n
Me<\/i>: Oh, I’m fine. Besides fainting and stuff, I just have a cold.<\/p>\n
Bren<\/i>: So … [he’s still concerned, I can tell<\/i>] what are you going to do tonight?<\/p>\n
Me<\/i>: Oh, you know. Go home, get into my pajamas, and watch a Cary Grant movie.<\/p>\n
[Long pause<\/i>]<\/p>\n
Bren<\/i>: So basically, not change your routine at all.<\/p>\n
[Pause, as I consider this.<\/i>]<\/p>\n
Me<\/i>: Yeah, pretty much.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He called, when he heard about my fainting in front of Port Authority. Here is how it went. Bren: Sheila! You fainted? What the hell?? Me: I know. I have a black eye. I look like a jackass. Bren: Are … Continue reading