I was heading out the door for a pub quiz tonight, and slung my backpack over my shoulder.  I’m on call at the moment, so my work laptop is my constant companion.  If something breaks, the page goes out to me, and I get to fix it ASAP.

Iris (my roommate) saw me heading for the door.

“Where ya goin’?” She asked.

“Hooker.” I replied calmly.

There was a slight pause.

“Where?”

“Hooker.”  Again, completely nonchalant.  I realized as I said it that my backpack, possibly filled with clean clothes or sex toys, added some credence to the comment.

I opened the front door to go.

“I still didn’t hear you.”  She said, from her computer.

“Hooker!” I half-shouted as I stepped out, loud enough for the family next door to hear.

“Did you say ‘hooker?!'”

I closed the door without responding further, and laughed to myself the whole way to my car.