Kelly: I’m looking forward to your dinner party on Sunday. What can I bring?
Anonymous: Well, you know those muscle relaxers you have?
Kelly: Wow. Most people respond with ‘a bottle of wine’ or ‘a dessert’. Not a drug order.
Anonymous: You asked, Kelly.
Kelly: I feel like a drug dealer.
Anonymous: My back is hurting and it is a Friday and I can’t see my chiropractor until next week. Help a girl out, Kelly.
Kelly: Fine, I’ll bring three pills as a party favor but that’s it! You have to see your doctor next week, promise?
Anonymous: I promise.
Kelly: And you know, it’s a slippery slope. First you start asking me for muscle relaxers, next you’re going to want to hit into my stash of Percocet.
Anonymous: You have Percocet?
Kelly: Don’t even think about it.