Back in 1980, when I was
divorced and a bachelor, I was getting ready to go out and have some fun
on a Friday night. There was a knock on my apartment door.
I looked out the peephole and saw a figure standing there. So I opened
the door and boom, in came three men with unusual head coverings.
They had no shirts on and I couldn't see their eyes because they had on
very dark glasses. Taken by surprise and not knowing what to expect
I backed off and asked them, "Who are you and what do you want?"
The first one said in a
calm voice, "I am just... that's all... just."
The second one sounded confused.
"I think I'm lost."
And the third one quietly
whispered, "I'm hurt."
Taking pity on them I invited
them to sit down and offered them a place to exist, find, and heal.
They were very grateful. They looked at each other and said, "What
shall we do to repay you for your sympathy?"
Each one reached into his
pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and put it on the coffee table.
They arranged them carefully and when I looked it was a telephone number.
They said, as if in a Greek
chorus, "This is the number to a cute Italian-Lebanese girl who really
wants to go out with you!"
So I called her up and went
out with her and had the best date in my life... NAAHH!
