Narrow Escape!
I was on my way out the door this evening when the phone rang. I had to get to Yost; so, I continued onward. Then the Flying Dutchman frantically waved me back. I rolled my eyes, but went back into the house. I found Neutral Man with the phone in my room. It was Bachelorette No.3! Fortunately, the truth worked better than any lie. "Hello," I said. "Hey, what's going on?" she replied. "I'm sorry, I can't talk now, I've got to go to work." Whew, a clever and completely honest escape. No thanks to Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee; by Jove, those two are useless. What good are friends if they won't even screen your calls?