mrblue, you won’t get my emails. They were returned. This is the third time I’ve said this now. So write it down, okay?
Anyhoo, I do have a teensy favor to ask you, if you can find it in your big, soft, warm, fuzzy heart to help me out. I kinda need a ride to ChickDope. I’ll pay you. In anything you request.
Psssst…Perse: I will be chauffeuring one manhattan around, and I’m sure there will be plenty of room in the car if’n you wanna get in on a little manny action. Of course, I can understand how riding with big hunky ole mrblue would have its own special appeal too.
Well, there we go. Does anyone wonder why I love manhattan? He takes me to ChickDope, puts his life in my hands, offers to be my sugar daddy (OK, we haven’t gotten to that one yet, but I don’t foresee any problem there) and is delighted to be terrified by me. Does it get any better, I ask you?
I’m going to have to leave it to you to terrify him, Geobabe. I’m really mediocre in the scariness department. I could bore him witless, but that’s about it.
Persephone, I wasn’t expecting to get the returned e-mails, I was asking you to resend… But if you were just going to ask for a lift, I guess you don’t need to now.
I would pick you up, but if Geobabe is driving by you already, that’s probably a better arrangement–I’d be going out of my way to pick you up.
Not that I wouldn’t go out of my way if necessary, mind you… I’ll remain on call in case plans change.