Without meaning to, she'd arranged two dates for the same evening. And as if it couldn't get worse, it was with both of the Bumble brothers. They were infamous around town for being the most obnoxious, loud, smelly, hairy and generally unsightly people to be seen, or heard occupying the streets. Melissa clearly wasn't thinking straight at all because not only did she schedule two dates for the same evening, and not only were they with the Bumble brothers, but they were at the same restaurant.
"What have I done..." Melissa sighed as her cat, Mr. Lonelyface came over to cuddle her. Melissa was a woman of her word though, so she put on her best dinner attire and chose to make the most of her situation.
When she arrived at Pizzatown, Harold Bumble was waiting there to greet her. From across the street he yelled "Hey! Melissa! Over here, I got here early for our date!" Blushing, Melissa quickly crossed the street and let Harold hold the door for her.
They ordered a stuffed crust pizza to split, and Melissa ordered a Diet Coke, while Harold ordered a Mountain Dew. The conversation was more of an exercise of how well Melissa could squeeze her tensor tympani trying to muffle the noise the fellow made.
The check came and Melissa's nerves began to loosen. Surprisingly, Harold paid, and boomed a "Thanks for the date, Missy!" on the way out of the door. Melissa smiled and began to walk home by habit. Relief gave way to overwhelming anxiety when she heard a similar booming from the same direction Harold went. "Harry! Where have you been! I was looking for you to tell you about my hot date tonight!"
Melissa completely forgot about her second date in the anticipation of ending the first. Harold's brother, Guy, was on his way to meet his "hot date."
"Hot date? You? I'll believe it when I see it. I just finished my own hot date at Pizzatown. Still has the best stuffed crust in town, naturally!"
"Oh, shut up, I'll see ya later and we can talk pizza then!"
"You know it brother!" Harold yelled back from across the street. Melissa was mortified to be seen in public with them, and even more so to be their "hot date."
Guy met Melissa at the front of Pizzatown and explained that the person he was "talking to" was his brother.
"You don't say." Melissa replied.
Defeated, Melissa sat back down at Pizzatown to another delicious stuffed-crust pizza and Diet Coke, while Guy helped himself to Pizzatown's free refills of Mountain Dew.
"You don't eat much." Guy nearly shouted at her. "You watching your weight? I guess that explains the Diet Coke." He added, laughing wide mouthed and letting pizza fly back on the platter as if he was trying to restuff the crust.
Holding back tears, the check finally came, and thankfully again, she was saved at least the financial burden of the evening.
Scurrying back to her apartment to shouts of "Hey, Missy, let's do that again some time! Great pizza, huh?" Melissa crashed through her door and collapsed on the couch in tears. "What is wrong with people! What is wrong with me, why would I ever agree to a date with either of them?" she shouted into her blankets.
"What have I done..." Melissa sighed as her cat, Mr. Lonelyface came over to cuddle her. Melissa was a woman of her word though, so she put on her best dinner attire and chose to make the most of her situation.
When she arrived at Pizzatown, Harold Bumble was waiting there to greet her. From across the street he yelled "Hey! Melissa! Over here, I got here early for our date!" Blushing, Melissa quickly crossed the street and let Harold hold the door for her.
They ordered a stuffed crust pizza to split, and Melissa ordered a Diet Coke, while Harold ordered a Mountain Dew. The conversation was more of an exercise of how well Melissa could squeeze her tensor tympani trying to muffle the noise the fellow made.
The check came and Melissa's nerves began to loosen. Surprisingly, Harold paid, and boomed a "Thanks for the date, Missy!" on the way out of the door. Melissa smiled and began to walk home by habit. Relief gave way to overwhelming anxiety when she heard a similar booming from the same direction Harold went. "Harry! Where have you been! I was looking for you to tell you about my hot date tonight!"
Melissa completely forgot about her second date in the anticipation of ending the first. Harold's brother, Guy, was on his way to meet his "hot date."
"Hot date? You? I'll believe it when I see it. I just finished my own hot date at Pizzatown. Still has the best stuffed crust in town, naturally!"
"Oh, shut up, I'll see ya later and we can talk pizza then!"
"You know it brother!" Harold yelled back from across the street. Melissa was mortified to be seen in public with them, and even more so to be their "hot date."
Guy met Melissa at the front of Pizzatown and explained that the person he was "talking to" was his brother.
"You don't say." Melissa replied.
Defeated, Melissa sat back down at Pizzatown to another delicious stuffed-crust pizza and Diet Coke, while Guy helped himself to Pizzatown's free refills of Mountain Dew.
"You don't eat much." Guy nearly shouted at her. "You watching your weight? I guess that explains the Diet Coke." He added, laughing wide mouthed and letting pizza fly back on the platter as if he was trying to restuff the crust.
Holding back tears, the check finally came, and thankfully again, she was saved at least the financial burden of the evening.
Scurrying back to her apartment to shouts of "Hey, Missy, let's do that again some time! Great pizza, huh?" Melissa crashed through her door and collapsed on the couch in tears. "What is wrong with people! What is wrong with me, why would I ever agree to a date with either of them?" she shouted into her blankets.
Mr Lonelyface joined her as she continued her tirade. "I know what everyone says about those brothers, but I can't believe there isn't an ounce of exaggeration in those stories."
Mr. Lonelyface purred and snuggled her as she fell asleep, eager for a new day.
Mr. Lonelyface purred and snuggled her as she fell asleep, eager for a new day.
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