That was a nice break from studying. Letting loose my creative juices a little:

ahem:

“You know how mean guys will raise their eyebrows and say, oh she needs a good you know?” asked my friend. “I think they mean bbq sauce."

Now, mind you, I wouldn't know one bbq sauce from another; I mean, they all taste the same to me. I've never been one to care about so-called flavored sauces. “What are you talking about?” I ask her in reply. “And why would any guy, mean or not, think some random woman would need a good bbq sauce? That doesn't make any sense.”

“You're just jealous,” she laughed as she wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “You didn't have what I had for lunch.”

“Oh for Pete's sake. This isn't going to turn into some story a la that ridiculous scene in 'When Harry Met Sally', is it?” I sniffle in disgust. “Because that's a bunch of b.s. and you know it.”

“I know nothing of the sort,” she said a little haughtily as she opened the door and stepped out my office. “You, my dear, just lack imagination!”

And with that, she closed the door on THAT conversation.