As I was walking home from the gym this afternoon, a pair of women walking just ahead was having an animated, angry conversation. Quoth woman-on-the-left:
“I got her the fucking golf balls; I don’t know what else she wants.”
Which led me to wonder: what more does she want? Some ideas:
- Matching tees.
- A personalized set of golf clubs engraved with the phrase, “To thine own self be true.”
- A basket full of kittens.
- A nice seafood dinner at a casual but classy non-chain restaurant.
- Fuzzy socks.
- A billion dollars.
- Some goddamn peace and quiet for once in her fucking life; is that so much to ask? Jeez.
- What she needs.
Your turn: sound off! What else might this person want? If I encounter this woman on the sidewalk again — she was wearing a distinctive winter hat, so I’m confident that I’ll recognize as long as I see her before the spring — I’ll pass along the best suggestions, that this friendship may be mended.