“I may have referred to myself as an STD today,” I said, sitting down next to Roo on the couch; my purse and gym bag still slung over my shoulder.
Roo furrowed his brow. “You what?”
“You know how I haven’t been able to take my favorite spin class because of the Lexington job?”
I sighed. “Well, I finally went. When I walked into the studio, my instructor exclaimed, ‘You’re back!’ and I replied -”
“Do I even want to know?”
I looked down at the floor and muttered, “I’m back. Like herpes.”
Roo shook his head. “No. Just….no.”
“Then I said I made her a loaf of banana bread.”
“I’m guessing she wasn’t too excited to take it from you.”
“She looked at me as if I had put my hair in it.”
“I know!” I whined.
Roo patted me on the back and removed my purse and gym bag from my shoulder.
“No problem,” he replied, as he opened my purse.
“What are you -”
Roo looked up. “I’m looking for the banana bread. So what if you put your hair in it.”