Friend: I saw your powertool ex-husband at [Boston restaurant] the other night.
Dorothy: I know you're telling me this for a reason.
Friend: He introduced me to his "fiancé."
Friend: AND: she looked a whole lot like you, but not as pretty.
Friend: Hello? Did you hear what I said?
Dorothy: Yeah. I think that kind of freaks me out.
Friend: I think it's awesome. Maybe he's been pining over you for all these years.
Dorothy: That's even worse!
Friend: Really? You don't even have a little secret joy?
Dorothy: Okay. Maybe a little. But it's more ick than joy.
But I can't deny the little joy. I'm such a ridiculous child sometimes.