Ch3: Karma: the bitch is back
Danny felt good about tonight with Mindy. They were moving forward together again, out of relationship purgatory. He planned on taking her out to a new romantic Italian place in midtown, which was close to the theater district, and made the reservation from his phone app. Danny also planned on stopping by and getting her some flowers before going over to her place to pick her up, and ordered the flowers from his phone.
After rounding in the hospital, he met up with the guys at the YMCA. They were all standing around, when they saw the SoHo hos basketball team. Okay, these women were really tall, like between 6'0" and 6'5". They were also very intimidating looking, since they actually had uniforms. God, did these women play for the WNBA? At least there was no dunking in the WNBA, was there? Actually, even if they could dunk, none of the guys on the team could dunk, so whatever. They started playing, and these women were good. The guys on the team were going all out, and Danny was working up a sweat. Fourth quarter: Danny looked at the scoreboard, and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand: GOIG v SHH 40-80. Okay, this was not going to happen, SHH was going to trounce GOIG. He saw the cosmic justice in that, and thought of Mindy and smiled. Danny was playing guard, and should have just accepted the inevitable loss, but he couldn't go down without a fight. He took on number 69, with a name on her jersey of "Biyach". At first Danny thought it might have been an unusual name, until one of the guys explained it to him (Bitch). God, Danny could be so naïve sometimes, which was an interesting paradox since he seemed so world-weary and jaded at other times. Anyways, she was a good player, and number 69 had been burning him all night with drives to the hoop, so when she pulled up to pass, he was all over it, and stuck his hand out to block the pass. Apparently "Biyach" possessed superhuman power, and although he got his hand on the pass to block it, he simultaneously heard and felt a crack as his index finger snapped and he fell down. Biyach gave him a hand up and swatted his ass, "C'mon, Little D, walk it off." Danny cursed under his breath and put his finger back in place. It didn't hurt immediately, but after the game ended, it started to hurt… a lot. Oh crap…this…was…not…happening; he might have broken his finger and he had a C-section to do! This was not good. Karma.
He was still cursing under his breath on the way to the ER.
Danny went to the ER after the game and yep, it was broken. Danny felt like a loser calling Jeremy for help since he was on call. Jeremy said he would take care of it, but only if Danny agreed to stop it with the basketball for a while. Now, Danny was late picking up Mindy. Danny went home to shower, got dressed, grabbed his jacket, and decided to forgo the flowers so he wouldn't be extra late. Danny decided to take his pager in case Jeremy needed his help for the delivery. He felt guilty.
Meanwhile, Mindy had primped herself up from 'whoa' to 'damn' a long time ago and was waiting for Danny. She looked out of her window of her bedroom to see if Danny might be walking to her building. No Danny, but she looked up in the sky and saw a big harvest moon. See, this is what she meant, she needed a code for "where the hell are you?" for their paging system. Was he running late with the case? Did he get mugged on the way over? Was he abducted by aliens? Mindy's imagination often went to extreme scenarios. Oh crap, she just remembered, she was supposed to get theater tickets. Avenue Q. Sold out. Book of Mormon. Sold out. Cats. Balcony seats left, but Danny would die before seeing that. Hmmm. What about the off, off-Broadway musical adaptation of Kurt Vonnegut's Sirens of Titan? Slaughterhouse Five was kind of a downer, but who knew, maybe this would be a lighthearted adaptation. At least it would be better than the "dramatic interpretation of the musical interpretation of "A Bug's Life" that she had also considered. A gamble, but she ordered the tickets. How bad could it be?