A View with a Room

Story Sent in by Jeffrey:

Alisa was a chatterbox who never shut up. When we met in a parking lot she talked about how her little brother had a bigger room than she did and how unfair it was and how she lobbied her parents for the larger room and how one day in the past year she had moved out of their house in protest (she was 25) and how they wouldn't bow to her demands and how ashamed she was to move back and on and on and on.

We had just placed our drink orders when she finally stopped to take a breath. I broke in with, "Why don't you wait until they're all out of the house and just switch rooms? They'd never notice."

"They'd–" I was sure she was going to give me that doubtful look that women love to give me when I'm joking. But she actually stopped and seemed to consider it. The rest of dinner was uneventful and although she chattered on about God-knows-what, she didn't mention the bedroom issue again.

I didn't hear from her for a couple of weeks, and I assumed that she'd be a one-date wonder. But then she texted me all excited, "I DID IT!!! I DID IT!!!"

I wrote back, "Did what? Switch the rooms?"

"Yessssssss!"

I was so proud of her. What a crowning life achievement that was. I took the rest of the day to celebrate in my own way, which included a lot of salacious videos.

Two days later, a text arrived: "Got in trouble :)"

Yes, there was a smiley emoticon. No, I don't know why. Nor likely will I ever.