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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

(from the files) 165. a call to 911

i answered my cell phone. hello?
keaton said, i came up with a great idea for our new business venture.
i asked, aren’t you at a spa getting some sort of hot rock treatment between your toes or something?
she said, do you want to hear it or don't ya? i only have a second because i’m going from my pedicure to my massage.
i thought for a moment about my options.
i said, okay, tell me quickly.
she said, okay, it’s a museum. gotta go. love ya, bye.
i called 911 and gave them the name and address of the joint, apparently something had gone terribly wrong.
i mean, i would have gone myself if i hadn't been in the midst of my own crisis with the mets giving up six in the bottom of the ninth already.


Keaton's Mom said...

So what kind of museum are we talking about here? Did you ever get back to the topic, or was it lost in the toe painting?

bob said...

ya know, i can't recall, but i know it wasn't your run-of-the-mill joint for paintings. that's for sure.