She's lying. She never came to see me yesterday.<br><br><b>QOD1</b> -- Just this morning, in fact. I dreamed that I was working in a restaurant for charity or something. My job was to cook the souvlakis (Greek shishkebobs) for two tables. One table was an older man by himself, and the other man was late 40s, really good-looking, and sitting with three other men. The stupid souvlakis wouldn't cook properly, and when they finally did I somehow dropped them on the floor. After a looonng wait and tongue lashing from the chef, who happened to be a Greek guy whose brother is married to a good friend of mine, I offered to approach the customers and tell them I was paying for their meals and ask them to order something else. Suddenly, the old man was sitting in his underwear with his pants around his ankles. And then everyone started ordering pancakes. Oooooookkkkaaaaaayyy.<br><br><b>QOD2</b> -- Nonprofit marketing/communications director.