Recently, while coming from a doctor’s appointment, I spied a friend and colleague that I hadn’t seen for a while walking toward me down a hall. I was delighted to see her and started to speak , when I noticed she had stopped, was blushing and starring down at the floor. “It’s so great to see you,” I exclaimed, extending my arms. Then I noticed she was wearing a trench-coat, black fishnets and platform stilettos!
“Uh, Ted’s last patient (her husband is also a friend and therapist) is at 5pm. Sometimes, we play this little game, where I’m a Russian Spy and show up at his office unannounced.”
“Ohhh,” I said amused and thinking Angelina had nothing on my friend and suspecting there was nothing underneath that trench-coat. “Well, that sounds like fun, not to mention hot.”
“Well, gotta go,” I threw over my shoulder with a thumbs up and a win. “Way to work on the relationship;” and as I exited the building, I heard myself mutter, “You go girl!”