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Home Late Too

She thought he'd be angry that she was so late...

So, the other day, I’m minding my own business, riding the bus, when this clearly intoxicated lady climbs the stairs to the second level.

She was stark naked, grinning ear-to-ear, clothes under arm, shoes in hand, and singing Theatreland show tunes at the top of her lungs.

I invited her to sit by me, for fear someone might mistake her compromised state as an opportunity instead of inebriated confusion.

She accepted and squeezed beside me, then pressed her finger to her lips.

“Shhh,” she glossy-eyed giggled. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

“No worries,” I said, “I was already awake.”

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