Tony Partly Cloudy
“He had chosen his best black suit, over a crisp white shirt and a tie the color of burnished pewter. “Not bad for a bum from Brooklyn,” he said aloud, then he grabbed his keys and was out the door.
Two minutes later he was slamming his fists on the steering wheel of his aging Dodge.
“No, no, no,” he cried, “not tonight!” The thing wouldn’t even turn over. Jeez, first on the day he started his new job, and now right before his first real date with Sarah. What was it with this car?
To...ny pounded up the stairs to his apartment, and frantically punched Sarah’s number into the phone’s keypad. Stay calm, he thought. Be cool.
“Hello?”
“Sarah? This is Tony. Tony Bartolicotti.”
“Oh, that Tony,” Sarah joked, reminding him how silly he sounded.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Tony said. “Anyways, listen – I got a little problem here.”MoreLess
Two minutes later he was slamming his fists on the steering wheel of his aging Dodge.
“No, no, no,” he cried, “not tonight!” The thing wouldn’t even turn over. Jeez, first on the day he started his new job, and now right before his first real date with Sarah. What was it with this car?
To...ny pounded up the stairs to his apartment, and frantically punched Sarah’s number into the phone’s keypad. Stay calm, he thought. Be cool.
“Hello?”
“Sarah? This is Tony. Tony Bartolicotti.”
“Oh, that Tony,” Sarah joked, reminding him how silly he sounded.
“Yeah, it’s me,” Tony said. “Anyways, listen – I got a little problem here.”MoreLess
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