HUMOR
She Ended Their Relationship When He Got Weird With Her Clothes
I kind of wish I hadn’t been involved
“Hey, have you got a ladder?” My friend, Sasha yelled down the phone at me.
Hang up. Hang up now.
“Erm, I have a little step ladder…” I replied.
“Fucks sake. Well, how tall is it?”
About five beer bottles.
“I don’t fucking know. It’s got three steps. Why do you need a ladder?” I asked, already exasperated by whatever this latest fuckery was.
“Alright, just bring it over to my place,” she said with a huff.
To throw at you, I hope.
“Now? My shift starts in an hour,” I replied.
“You can be a bit late though, right?” She asked.
Rolling my eyes, I said, “Yeah, Bryan is the shift manager tonight. He’ll be too stoned to tell time.”
“Cool. Hurry up,” she snapped and hung up the phone.
Prick.
Fifteen minutes later, I parked on the street outside of Sasha’s flat and pulled my stepladder from the backseat. Sasha exited her building as I locked my car.
