“Nunzio,” I sez, duckin’ my head and turnin’ my back on her. “There is one more problem I have neglected to mention to you.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, though my manners with broads are perhaps not as polished as they should be, they are nonetheless the best I have managed to acquire over the years. That is to say, I am normally on my best behavior with females, so the idea of tryin’ to act so offensive that they call for help is not particularly comfortable to me. Mind you, I am sayin’ I would have difficulty doin’ this with the ordinary broads I am accustomed to dealin’ with, and to tell you the truth, I find the kind of classy broads that hang out here more than a little intimidatin’. I’m not sure I can start a conversation with one, much less summon the courage to try to be offensive.”
“Well, I don’t think that starting a conversation is going to be a problem,” Nunzio sez.
“Why not?”
“Because the lady in question is on her way over to our table already.”
Surprised, I swing my head back around to check things out for myself … and come dangerously close to plantin’ my nose in the broad’s cleavage, as she is much closer to our table than Nunzio had indicated.
“Oops … Sorry!” I sez, though it occurred to me as I said it that it was not a great start to bein’ offensive.
“No problem,” she sez. “A girl likes to feel appreciated. Mind if I join you?”
Somethin’ about the way she grins while sayin’ this is familiar … or at least, decidedly unladylike. Before I can comment, however, Nunzio has taken over.