Fletcher's Choice: Like Sophie's Choice But Without All The Nazis

Setting: My kitchen, twenty minutes ago. Fletch: Do these new gym shorts shorts look okay? Me: (not looking because I'm busy making coffee) They're fine. Fletch: How about the shirt? It's new, too. Me: (pouring, not looking) S'fine. (adding cream and Splenda, then glancing at clock) Hey, it's already 8:30. How are you going to work out and then have enough time to get to your 10:15 facial? Fletch: Shit, is that this morning? And I thought I didn't have to go until 11:15. Are you sure? Me: Yep...