I worked late last night, and when I left, I detoured two blocks to buy a newspaper. While walking to my car, a young lady was coming the other way, and as we were passing, she said, “You look a little lonely. Want some company?”
Now, this was no Tenderloin District, so I was surprised and asked if I could help her. She said, “Listen, fella, I’m a streetwalker.” Dumbly, I told her I was a married man. Then she told me she could do some things my wife had never done.
So, I took her home and had her iron every shirt I own.