A friend called me at work this morning to recount a pretty amazing evening/night/morning. I needed to be brief but stayed on the line to get as much of the tale as I could.
When XYZ called, I was on my way out for a meeting and Shilpa was hovering about waiting for me to join her. XYZ and I were talking for a while and Shilpa started tapping her foot, then tugging on me to go.
After I hung up the phone I said, "Sorry. I had to have that conversation. It involved the Nob Hill Theater, gay-for-pay, and sex with a hot straight man."
She replied, "Was that XYZ?"
Ah.
I think that says something about reputations.
And the company I keep.
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