Dress For Success
Originally posted on June 8, 2009
Israel: Whoa…. You clean up real nice there, Bro.
Jacob: Ha, ha, real funny, Iz. Hey, I need to borrow a tie. Something that’ll go with this.
Israel: You know where I keep ‘em.
Jacob: *goes to the closet and pulls out the tie hanger* …three, four, five…..you only own FIVE ties?
Israel: What can I say? They’re not my thing. You’re the GQ disciple, not me.
Jacob: Pathetic. I keep more than this at the office for spares.
Israel: Go get one of those, then.
Jacob: Nah, don’t have any there that will work. And neither do you – why am I not surprised?
Israel: Serious date? As in, one that requires just the right neckwear?
Jacob: Wouldn’t you like to know?
Israel: Just asking to be polite.
Jacob: *snorts* Yeah, right.
Israel: Come on, Jake, since when do you get in a lather over a freaking tie? I hope she’s worth it.
Jacob: She’s not – just trying to make her believe she is. This is business, not pleasure. It is SO not for pleasure.
Israel: Yeah, well that perked my ears right up. Who is it?
Jacob: That harpy gossip columnist from New York. The Bane of Broadway herself.
Israel: Melisa Townsend-Adams? No shit?
Jacob: No shit. You know how Mom was like, majorly pissed off when she went after her new client? I’m supposed to get something on Ms. Townsend-Adams, to motivate her to cease and desist. From what I hear, there’s plenty.
Israel: Should be an early night, then.
Jacob: Not on your life. Even if I go in with tons of ammunition, word is that this virago is expert at repelling even the most deadly attack. No one’s found much of a chink in her armor yet. So I figure tonight is just recon.
Israel: Well good luck to you. Hope you’ve had your shots.
Jacob: You’re not kidding. Next time I’ll be asking to borrow your Kevlar.
To be continued….