Aged (but evidently energetic) man is roaming Victoria’s Secret with equally aged male friend. At last a salesperson takes pity and offers her assistance. Together the trio meander the store, investigating and rejecting negligee after negligee.
Finally the salesperson says, “Well, what does she like?”
“She likes flannel pajamas.”
(I don’t know about you—but for me that pretty much says it all.)
* And it’s not even fiction! (All right, I admit that Hemingway would never have used italics. But I never claimed to be Hemingway. In fact, my non-Hemingwayness is a point of pride. And don’t expect any more homages to him in the cyberpages of this blog, either.)