The misadventures of Batgirl

I have known my friend "Art" since I was 16 when I spent half the year at a coastal town high school in foster care. I think we were the only two kids in the entire school with shaved heads. Once while waiting to see a guidance counsellor, a little old lady behind the desk asked if Art and I were an item. I was puzzled and asked what made her think that. She then explained that it was obvious from the hair cuts (we both had shaved heads).

Though Art and I were never involved romantically, we have remained firm friends. He even stops and has dinner with me when in London on business and we email back and forth all the time. Recently, I got the most hilarious email from him:

ART: Betty had a crazy day yesterday. It all started with a message on her cell phone from a very angry man that simply said "you better stop fucking my wife"...

ME: Wow, so was she screwing his wife?

ART: While that sounds hot, sadly, no. He did, however, call 10 more times during the day, but didn't leave any messages. Betty went to the police then gave the guy a call. The police called my house (Betty wasn't home) and this was the conversation:

The FUZZ: Is your name Dell?

ART: No. It's Art.

The FUZZ: Do you take the commuter train to Lowell?

ART: No. Never.

The FUZZ: Do you sell hot dogs at the Lowell train station?

ART: (Now irritated) No. I don't sell hot dogs. I'm a fucking engineer.

The FUZZ: Well, you see, this guy came home early this morning and caught his wife with a hot dog vendor and he thought he found his phone number, but apparently transposed a couple of the numbers. He says he's really sorry. He was crying.

# posted by batgirl13uk : 3:49 AM