Can’t think of a neat title

My Lil Belle Bottom…

Ya gotta just luv her sometimes. Friday she’s whining about having to go out with her coworkers because there’s potentially some people who will be there that she’d rather not have to deal with if possible. I convince her to go because she’s too young to be sitting at home alone on a Friday night. There will be plenty of time for that later. Against my advice she goes for the skirt (with thigh slit) and heels; a decision which will haunt her later on.
I ask her to call me when she gets home if at all possible. Her friends have a habit of letting her drive home a bit too tipsy for my taste so I usually worry. When she does call I can tell within 3-4 words how inebriated she is. A few times I have been absolutely furious when she calls on the way home and it’s pretty clear she would fail a sobriety test.
Anyway, fast forward to 1:20AM Saturday morning and the phone rings. It was another sweltering night that finds me laying in my own wet spot. Reaching for the phone is just the excuse I need to move to the other side of the bed and out of the wet spot.
Belle has made it home safe and sound….sort of. She left her phone and purse in her coworkers car so she had to drive to a pay phone to tell me she got home okay. I appreciated that even more when she tells me that not only is she standing in the pouring rain shelling out quarter after quarter to make this long-distance call; she has tripped and fallen on the way to the phone booth so she is bleeding in several places.
I tried to call her back but it seems my VOIP didn’t like the payphone because it didn’t ring. She then tries to call me collect and that fails too so she pumps in a few more quarters and calls back. This girl has a future with the Postal Service because the mail would clearly get thru on her watch.
Her brave efforts to ease this old man’s mind inspires a lil twist on some Donna Summer lyrics:

She works hard for her honey
So hard for you, honey
She works hard for her honey
So you better treat her right