Last night Roommate Tom and I met at the bar across the street.
I walked in and looked up at him and said, "This is stupid the us not talking thing, let's just let it go".
Tom replied, "It was a giant miscommunication."
I nodded, ordered a Blue Moon and then asked him, "You wouldn't ever really leave me out in a stairwell on purpose, would you?"
"Good. I wouldn't do that to you either."
And then we drank beer and tried not to watch the Mets lose.