Regretting what I said to you when you called me at 11:00 on
Friday morning to tell me that 1:00 Friday afternoon you
were gonna leave your office, go downstairs, hail a cab, to
go out to the airport, to catch a plane, to go skiing in the
Alps for two weeks. Not that I wanted to go with you; I
wasn't able to leave town, I'm not a very good skier, I
couldn't expect you to pay my way, but after going out with
you for three years, I don't like surprises. (A musical
apology) - Christine Lavin