Leftovers

People say that I am sharp. Sometimes razor sharp. Some love my comeback replies, some get irritated, some hate and some dread. I love it anyway. Nothing gives me more pleasure than a good reply at the right moment. One such incidence occurred, a couple of days ago.

She is a friend of mine, I'd say very good friend. She is committed and her boyfriend is also my good friend. I was driving and she was sitting at the passenger seat. It was fourth day in a row, when she called me up and asked to pick her up from office. I am always ready to help the people whom I like without any interest of mine. It gives me some kind of pleasure. Little I know, this habit of mine may have some adverse implication and repercussion.

"Are you flirting with me?", she broke the ice.

I was shocked by this unexpected question. And irritated too.

"Are you flirting with me?", she repeated.

I tried hard to control my composure and prefered to be silent. I thought, she knew that we are very good friends and I never committed any such act which caused her ask this question.

She continued, "If you ever try to flirt with me, I will stop speaking to you".

A blow after a blow, for the crime which was never intended, nor committed. Now I started taking it funnier.

"Don't worry ma'am. I don't eat leftovers".

P.S. Can you come up with a better (ah, sharper) reply?