My friend Rae is here visiting from Arizona. We worked together a million years ago and still stay in touch. Yesterday we had a bbq with some other women that we worked with, it was so nice to see everyone.
One of the ladies that I invited, Paulette, was late. I was a little worried because she didn't have my number in case she got lost. We were all having a great time visiting so I kind of forgot about her.
A little while later there's a knock on the door, it's Paulette. I gave her a hug and told her I thought she was lost. She said, "I've been sitting in your neighbors kitchen for fifteen minutes waiting for you to get home."
It seems Paulette went to the house directly across the street from mine. She knocked on the door several times but no one answered. Finally, she went around to the back of the house and the door was open so she went in and had a seat. She wondered why I didn't have anything ready yet.
Paulette was just about to open the fridge and see if I had any beer when the man who lives there walked in the kitchen. She scared the shit out of him. He pointed her in the right direction and she came over.
After telling us the story she said, "His name is James, he's kind of cute and I think he's single."
And that is why these women are my friends.