I shrug as I roll myself out of bed. “You know me. I’m fancier than that. Plus, I ate lunch at Harold’s yesterday so…”
“You’re fancier than that,” she laughs. “But say no more. Harold’s is always excellent, but it’ll get ya in the end. Pun intended. I’ll see you soon. Don’t push too hard or else I’ll be forced to make a show of it when we walk down the medical aisle at Target.”
I giggle again. “I’ll try my best to stay in control at all times. See you soon.”
I carry my phone with me into my bathroom because let’s be honest, who doesn’t poop while scrolling through their phone anymore? As I’m scrolling, a text dings in from Mr. Stranger that makes me laugh.
Mr. Stranger
Sorry, this is late. I was traveling yesterday. Harold’s huh? A few coworkers took me there not too long ago. Excellent dogs but…
Me
But what?
Mr. Stranger
Never mind. Forgot who I was talking to.
Me
What’s that supposed to mean? And what do you care? You’re literally talking to a stranger!
Mr. Stranger
Yeah but you’re a girl and I’m a guy and we don’t usually talk that way around girls.
Me
Oh, so it was going to be gross?
Mr. Stranger
Obviously.
Me
Did you forget I’m a nurse? I assure you I’ve seen it all. Come on. Hit me.
Mr. Stranger
Okay, okay. I was going to say their dogs are great but they make you poop.
I throw my head back in laughter noting only to myself where I am sitting right now. “Oh man, if you only knew.”
Me
Yeah that’s true. They do.
Mr. Stranger
What one did you get?
Me
The Big Papa.
Mr. Stranger