My phone rings. There’s a man’s voice on the other end. He wants to know if he can get a massage. He wants to know how much that massage will cost. And most of all, he wants to know if the woman giving the massage is a “good looking.”
I tell him he has the wrong number, but he’s incredulous.
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure,” I say.
“So I can’t get a massage?”
“Not here. Nope.”
“Because the ad says your place does massages with good looking ladies.”
“I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Well, what kind of business is this?”
“I’m a writer.”
He hangs up. Now this story has an unhappy ending.