So Lady X comes into the barbecue joint today, gives me a smile and says "Some action last night, hunh?" I cocked my head like a confused dog and she realized I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, so she enlightened me. Here's the skinny:
Triple B was doing her laundry a couple of doors down from the barbecue joint at the local laundromat when her former boyfriend came in. I don't have all of the details yet, but apparently Triple B's Irish was up and she caused such a scene that the boyfriend turned a hose on her to ward her off and calm her down. The police were called — they were unamused — and an ambulance turned up, but I am unsure if there were any arrests made or trips to the hospital needed, but Lady X promises to come in soon in give me all the gory particulars and I will relate them as soon as I get all of it.