So, its gorgeous outside. I've been inside all day doing the work that will, with any and all luck will put me on the cover of "In Style" someday. All I want to do is go out and play, but nope. Its work time.
Anyway, my phone rings. Its a Maryland number that I don't recognize but I answer it anyway because I don't learn from my mistakes. Here is the conversation.
VOICE: I just wanted to let you know, the chocolate covered strawberries are in the fridge.
RACHEL'S INNER MONOLOGUE: I don't know who this is or where they are, but they have chocolate covered strawberries so they are automatically my best friend.
RACHEL: (pause) Who is this?
VOICE: Is this Pattie?
RACHEL'S INNER MONOLOGUE: Say yes! Say yes! Obviously this Pattie person has the hook up with the chocolate and the strawberries and all you have is a half written - unfunny sketch.
RACHEL: (pause) No...
VOICE: Oh, I'm sorry.
RACHEL: But I'll still take the strawberries? Hello?
Once again, I make terrible life choices that deny me fruit and chocolate.