Daddy's money

Last week I left my teeny tiny phone at my friend Soraya's jewelry studio in Soho.
By the time I realized it was gone I was cackling to myself when I saw some poor girl drop her phone in front of Bloomingdales and watch it explode.

As I reach in my bag to hold my security blanket I dont feel its presence.
I break out into a cold sweat, run to the nearest pay phone and call Soraya.
She said it is there and to come by and pick it up in the next two hours.

After a Martini with Barge at Barneys we head down to pick it up.
When we get there I grab it and rapidly check for messages (I hate being that person but I am) and then I can relax.

Soraya speaks up and says, " I hope you dont mind but my partner and I were looking through your phone and we couldnt believe what we found!"

Oh no- she has seen all those dirty texts from Jorgen.

"We were scrolling through your numbers,"she continues, "and we found Daddys Money. We got so jealous! Wow! I cant imagine being so rich that you can just pick up your phone and call your dad's bank! I mean that is really rich! You are crazy!"

"Soraya, darling, that is the name of my moms boutique in Gainseville, Georgia." I laugh.

"Oh, so your not that rich?" she protests.

"No babe, sorry,if I was I would buy alot more of your jewelry."

And with that I leave and giggle to myself. Oh the conclusions people come to!