It was just another ordinary day. I was stuck in my office waiting for a customer to show up. Any customer would do, even one of those creeps who want me to keep tabs on their wives. I kept the single window closed that day, the smoke locked inside with me as the rain happily pitter-pattered. A knock on the door coincided with a lightning strike, disturbing my reveries. Enter! I called out. In walked one of the most gorgeous dames I’d ever seen. I played it cool. What do you want, lady?
I’m not 80, you irreverent Gffp. This is your office, isn’t it? Are you a PI or will you continue leering at me like a schoolboy who’s still wet behind the ears? And what kind of name is that, anyway? Are you too lazy to put in any syllables?
You may not look it, lady, but you sound like you’re 80 alright. Quit your yammering and tell me what you want. That shut her up. For a second I thought she was going to walk out, but then she started talking. And quite a story it was…