“Christine the Drunken Angel”

There was a knock on Christine’s door. Hung over, she staggered over to the door to see who it was. It was Mindy. She answered the door.

“… Hi.” Christine greeted, wincing at the sunlight in her eyes.

“… Where the fuck were you last night?!” Mindy exclaimed in her high-pitched, usually-perky voice.

Christine thought for a minute. “… I don’t know.”

“I totaled my car last night and you were nowhere to be found!” Mindy exclaimed.

“Sorry, I was so wasted I had no idea what the hell was going on.”

Mindy was fuming. “You suck at being a guardian angel, Christine!”

“Yeah, well… you’re real loud… and I’m real hung-over… so go away.” And with that, Christine gently shut the door in Mindy’s face, so as not to make any more noise than she had to.