Email from an enthusiastic supplier:
Hi Jennifer. How are you!? I was actually asking your boss about you the other day. Are you down for a Blue Jays game? I’ll get great tickets for you.
Between pretending to go to the gym and writing Twilight fan fiction, my nights are pretty full; that said, I’d probably be down if my boss was but she has a cute kid and I’m not sure how much free time she has at night. Maybe touch base with her, and if she’s in I’ll consider taking the night off from crying in the shower.
He emailed me back and suggested that, based on my email, maybe a spa night would be more appropriate.
I shit you not.