Close Call.

Wednesday evening George* and I were looking for a delightful place to have dinner and drinks. We decided on a cozy pub with an outdoor table that appeared to be empty from across the street. Once we crossed the street, my eye managed to zero in (THANK GOD!) on none other than Penthouse Greg sitting at the table next to the available table with a friend. I am not sure if he saw me but according to George* I "screamed through my teeth" and bolted outta there. Poor George* had to make such a quick getaway that she plowed into a young child. Crisis averted. This city ain't big enough for me and my men.