Booty Call

First of all, it's not what you think.

One of the better things about being unemployed right now is that my lovely friend, Katherine, is also currently "on sabbatical." Since she was pink slipped, she has enjoyed being a stay-at-home mom to her two boys. Normally, she has her youngest during the day while her oldest is at school. Thursday, however, is her day off; she drops off her youngest at daycare and is then free to do all of the things she can't do with a toddler in tow...like run errands, go to the gym, have her hair done, get a pedicure, etc.

Shortly after I was laid off, I decided to hit the library since my book-buying days had abruptly come to a screeching halt. Just as I was pulling into a parking space my phone rang. It was Katherine. She was heading to the mall to pick up some things for her kids and wondered if I wanted to join her for lunch and then some shopping. Well, who am I to pass up a trip to the mall, especially when I am supposed to be hunting for a new job? I told her I was at the library and could be at her house in about 10 minutes. She said she would pick me up since the library is on the way to the mall.

As she pulled up in front of the library and I hopped into her car, she said to me, "You know, this is just like a booty call...I call you and you are at my beck and call for the afternoon." I laughed and said, "It's exactly like a booty call, only for shopping. What could be better?"

Since then, whenever Katherine wants company on her Thursdays off, she calls and we head out, normally for lunch first and then some shopping. Booty calls are definitely one of the perks of being unemployed.