Would you like to try this again then, another time?"

"I'd very much like to try this again, another time." He grinned, but it carried a touch of sadness. "I'll give you a second to...uh...fix your hair."

"My hair?"

"I'll give you a second to fix my hair. I mean, I'll give you a second while I go fix my hair." He let out a sigh. "I mean, I'll see you downstairs."

He turned to walk out of the room, but unfortunately, he forgot to open the door first. I managed to hold my laughter until he got it right.

Auteur: Myra McEntire