[Jersey-Jim]

The Next Morning.

Sometimes reality really bites the big one, if you know what I’m saying. I woke up to a smoking Blonde (with both looks and temper) telling me the pillows weren’t worth a #@!%&! and that she’d believed my #@!%&! and rode all the way to Jersey. My neck didn’t feel so great either and the once magical pillows seemed sort of “flat” in their appearance. I later found out they were regular feather pillows and that I’d paid for the brand name and import fee/taxes.

Damn Europeans!

Steph confided in me that she took the money from a few of her “boyfriends” for her Jersey trip – telling them her dear old aunt had suddenly died and she needed to leave immediately.

I was conned by Macy’s. Stephanie was conned by me, inadvertently. Her boyfriends where conned by her. And all I had to show for it was a stiff-necked blond and two flat pillows. Thank God for the 50% off sale.