The other night I was having dinner with Polly Pocket.
Me: “Sorry I didn’t call you back last night. I was on my way to a birthday party.”
Polly Pocket: “No problem. I was just calling to vent anyway.”
Me: “Is everything okay?”
Polly Pocket: “I’m in a fight with the pharmacy and my lady doctor for holding my birth control hostage.”
“Have you called in the FBI negotiator?” I giggled.
Polly Pocket: “We are not in the joking place about this.”
Me: “Oh, sorry. Okay, tell me what happened.”
The story goes like this: