“What a set of hooters, huh?” the stagehand whispered to Eddie, who said nothing but looked guilty. (He hadn’t heard what the stagehand said; Eddie assumed it was something about the glass of water.) For his small part in the evening’s proceedings, the stagehand suddenly felt smaller than usual; no sooner had the word “hooters” died on his lips than the shallow young man grasped what the famous novelist had whispered to him. She’s a 34D! the slow-witted fool realized. But why had she told him? Was she coming on to me or what ? the moron wondered.
Hilarious
