Sunday, August 06, 2000

A little sensitive

My friend Jill is one of the funniest people I know, always ready with a rant or a wisecrack appropriate for any situation. I call her a "lip-schtick lesbian."

The other day, The Actor, Jill and I were at Blueberry Hill for lunch. "Where were you all morning?" I asked The Actor. "I was trying to call you to see how your Chicago auditions went."

"I had some sensitivity in one of my back upper teeth," he said, "so I went to the dentist."

Jill sniffed derisively. "That is so typical of you men," she said. "You start to feel sensitive so you rush to a doctor, assuming something's wrong."