The only thing worse than being stuck in an elevator with the sound of the so-called music of Bon Jovi is being stuck in an elevator with Bon Jovi. Scurvy Jane is rarely right about anything. Because of this, when she does happen to be be right about something, we end up throwing a party to celebrate her attempted rise to mediocrity. She sent an email and then called to ask about the email she sent. As close as I was to lying to her and telling her she was wrong about the contents of that email, I just couldn’t lie to her and look forward to the party later on this evening:
