Idiot men

"God," Julianne ripped into the restaurant, late as usual.

"We're getting older, sure, but to cry about it! Our job is to convince people that they are not going to die! Don't you guys think that is kind of sick??"

Juli has always been high strung, but when you can get past the timbre of her voice, she actually makes sense.

I was foolish enough to try and outshout her.

"Jools!" I harked, "how can you wear all white and talk so black?"

She threw her shoe.

"Peter, have you never worn grey?"