May
04
Oh Me, Oh My
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Last night, as I was shutting down for the evening and contemplating tonight’s activities, Tank called me.
“Hey Babe, I just got a text from B4 about the guys.”
“And ???”
“Well, you know how we agreed on eight to ten? And how B4 has to invite more than that to get that sorta turnout?”
“Yesssss . . .”
“Uhmmm. Usually 60 percent of the guys commit to showing up. In your situation, 90 percent of them plan to attend. Sooooo, that means there’ll be 13 guys, 15 if you include me and B4. Are you OK with that?”
I couldn’t stop laughing. Ninety percent? What the hell had B4 told them about me? Looks like I’ll need to take a long nap this afternoon. I wouldn’t want to disappoint them!
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