Jill moved her food about with her fork. This is why I hate bind dates. The guy may be gorgeous, but he had the personality of a tree stump.
“And then I told him, ‘Ted, we should call the manager,’ and you know what happened?”
“No.” She said, wishing the check would come already. “Please, tell me.”
He leaned forward, not noticing how his tie dipped into his coffee. “Gus, our manager agreed with me. How about that?”
She nodded, plotting how to kill her date and sister and get away with it. “That’s outstanding. I bet you’re going places.”