“You are looking mighty fine this morning,” She said with an alluring voice.
“Rosa, don’t get mixed up with crazy,” I said earnestly trying to divert her affections. “I am crazy as hell.”
“I find you one of the most interesting people I have ever met,” She said diverting my dismissions.
“You want another sandwich?” I said changing the subject.
I walked into my kitchen as I put some more roast beef on a paper plate to be warmed in the microwave. I slathered on mayonnaise upon a piece of bread as I added another slice of tomato and a piece of lettuce. I was standing there adding some salt and pepper to the slice of tomato as the roast beef warmed in the microwave.
“You sure you don’t want to crawl into the bed again?” Rosa asked as I stood there making that sandwich.
“I was drunk and lonely,” I replied speaking of our little foray into the bed a few days ago trying not to hurt her feelings.
“I’ll get you in the end,” She said smiling demurely as she ate that other sandwich.
I stood there speechless and unable to respond. I fear I am stricken drunk or not. Once in a blue moon has been the story of my life.