Thursday, March 24, 2005

I don't have a daughter named Amy.

Home alone one day early in my marriage, I answered the phone to a woman's voice on the line who said, without any introduction or salutation: "your wife is having an affair with a man named Tony who works at the Landmark restaurant. If you don't believe me, ask your daughter Amy. She saw them together."

Click.

1 comment:

IB said...

Erm. That's freaky.

Hey btw, you inspired me to indulge in Greek food the other day..

;0)

thx, it was deeeelicous!

indy