Phofugbe Prifugce

“So, Phoebe, what did you do today?”

“Oh, you know. The usual. I wandered the streets of Hollywood in a cocktail gown and a skipper’s hat, looking wistful and eating gummi bears.”

“Then what happened?”

“This seemingly sweet old lady came running up from behind and whacked me with her cane. She told me to get a job and scampered off. She was surprisingly spry.”

“I’m sure you deserved it.”

“Yes, maybe I did. Can you hand me my dunce cap and that bag of popcorn? I’m late for shift outside of Kitson.”