What to do…what to do…
Posted by affluenteffluence on 25 July 2008
Maybe it’s time for that dream of becoming a private investigator. A boyfriend a number of years back used to call me “Little Detective” because I could tell him, in decent detail, what he’d been doing after an evening out with his friends. He seemed to find mysticism in these talents; I seemed to find him more of a knothead the longer I was with him. It’s not tough to figure out what’s what when you come home mussed about with lipstick on your collar, jackhole.
–AffluentEffluence, PI
(Has a nice ring to it, huh?)
Tiny Shay said
I think you’d make an awesome PI.
Ann M. Ployd said
Agree with Tiny. You’re tenacious and can take lots of crap. I always called you “Junior Spy.” Hey, can I be your surly receptionist? I know I’ve asked about this job before. I’d be good at it. I’m street-smart too. I know where we can get lids of mary jane and where the Jets and Sharks hang out.