You And I Can Write A Strange Romance

(My boyfriend knows that I get home at a specific time each night. He calls me if I’m not online, in case I’m in trouble. I am held up by a huge traffic jam and a late train, and have just about made it home when he calls.)

Boyfriend: “Have you finished saving the busload of nuns yet?”

Me: “Nope. The boatload of cannibal clowns got there before I could. I’m so very sorry.”