Steve’s Uber.

I picked up this guy on the street.
He said we’d meet halfway.
Halfway became a half block from his house.
Steve and I were heading to KABC to see Jillian.
He should know better than to let us drive.
Last time Jill drove she hit a concrete barrier.
This time I got lost.
Twice.
The three of us were having a reunion on Jill’s radio show.
Two of us were drinking to celebrate.
Jillian made a champagne and vodka cocktail.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Steve drink.
We used to have Mimosa Friday at work.
We drank after the show (even though it seemed like we drank during).
I once handed Steve a Mimosa.
He thought it was orange juice.
He took a sip and did a spit take.
Once our boss forced the three of us to watch all three hours of the show.
It was supposed to be some sort of punishment.
We all laughed like drunken hyenas.
They never made us watch again.
Lately we’ve been talking and texting.
We’ve even had lunch, which is dangerous.
We all had lunch years ago, and then Jill and I didn’t speak for weeks.
We still can’t remember what we were mad about.
These days we’re all mad about you.
If we do another show we’ll have to find something to argue about.
As our friend Suzanne Somers says…”When you girls get along it’s good.
When you don’t… it’s good TV.”
Our version Three’s Company has become Trading Spaces.
I show photos of my dog.
And Jill is all about her kids.
She told us she was going on a Disney Cruise.
Steve and I both did a spit take.
And Grandpa Steve looks great.
Not working agrees with him.
But if we do a reboot (like Roseanne but with nicer tweets)…
Steve better be the designated driver.