The women in the club wanted one thing. The men in the club wanted something else. The two groups never spoke. But the bartenders were happy

She gets off the phone with him and prepares dinner. He never shows up. She calls him. I don’t understand you most of the time, he explains

And they walked into the room, two by two, resplendent in their vestments. And then the loud pop. And the odor. And Mr. Lee’s colostomy bag.

He stopped his car and rolled down the window. You don’t really like that music do you? she asked. Then she laughed. And called him a loser.

He startles her and says, You look like you’ve seen a ghost, and she studies him and says, I think I just remembered when I used to love you