Sluggishly Jokes

Mist circled sluggishly in the air of the steam room as George and Charlie attempted to melt from their bodies the excesses of the night before.
"How was youT date last night?" George asked.
"Awful," Charlie responded. "Beautiful, but awful. I was disgusted. The minute we got to her apartment, the phone started ringing-every big operator in town wanted a date with her. We didn't have a moment's peace. Man, was I fed up!"
"Come on, Charlie," George twitted his friend, "don't you expect a beautiful girl to have her number in the phone book?"
"Yeah," growled Charlie, "but not in the Yellow Pages."