"And then he writes, 'w/ psycho grlfrnd..."

"He was telling me the same thing about you!"

"What an a-hole!"

"I can't believe he lied."

I'm sitting in the back of The Girlfriend's SUV while The Ex-Girlfriend and The Girlfriend compare text phone messages from The Guy they both "love," are wasting precious moments of their life obsessing about, and who is, inadvertently, keeping me from my pillow.

"I want to confront him while you're there....because otherwise, he'll deny it," says The Girlfriend.

"I think getting a certified therapist in the mix might be a good idea..." I chime in. "But actually, I have to wake up kind of early tomorrow...."

"I'm so sorry you have to hear this..."

No, really, it's OK. I'm all for girlfriend's and ex's getting together and straightening out What's His Face. I would just rather it be done a) at a reasonable hour and b) without me in the car. In other words...dump the loser and drive me home!

This is why car pooling to salsa clubs is a bad idea.

Just for today, I can learn to avoid Salsa Drama.