"Hey girl," mumbled Ethel as she walked into their apartment and picked up a newspaper, "Ricky still jumpy since this morning?"
"Yeah, you know he has already called me 4 times since he's gotten down there," replied Lucy.
"About what?" inquired Ethel.
"He thought I had sent a clown down to the club by "accident" just to make him look bad in front of the orchestra, then he claimed that I had died his black pants blue, when he really had just gotten the wrong dry cleaning, he had reservations for the club under some ridiculous names, and assumed that I was prank calling to make him look bad in front of his boss, and about 10 minutes ago he demanded me to come down there and give him the right sandwich because he swore I put fake food poisoning on the lettuce, which is really only a new seasoning that I am trying to see if he likes it," Lucy finished completely out of breath, "I swear, men have no respect or courtesy for the things we do for them. They think everything we do is to hurt them or make them look like fools. Well I'll tell ya, I don't have to do nothing to make him look like a fool!"
"I hear ya girl," Ethel commented chuckling, "guys are all the same. Fred thinks I have gone crazy if I accidentally to pick up the newspaper on time, or put exactly 2 teaspoons of sugar in his coffee, or wake up with curlers in my hair and cream on my face!"
Lucy nodded in Ethel's direction understandingly.
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"Not again," Lucy moaned, "I wonder what it is this time."
"Don't pick up Lucy." replied Ethel.
"Why not?" asked Lucy.
"Well if you keep on picking up the phone like this for 24 hours, he's going to drive you crazy till you die." explained Ethel.
"Well, one of us will." commented Lucy, as the phone stopped ringing.
"I gotta go and get my lunch on, so I'll see ya later honey." Ethel said as she walked out of the kitchen and returned to her apartment.
"Ok doll." replied Lucy as she returned to her work in the living room.