We parted company. Louise and I moved through the remainder of the exhibit at brisk clip before heading out into the blazing summer sun.
Him: Yeah, uh, my wife is divorcing me. She just dropped the kids off this morning.
Me: Oh... I'm sorry.
Him: Yeah, she's cheating on me. She doesn't know that I know... I don't know why I need to tell people that, but I do. [laughs nervously]
Me: Wow, that's rough.
Him: Yeah, so hold on to what you've got. [more nervous laughter]
Me: O.K. I will.
Me: Well, good luck with that.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Less Funny-Ha-Ha. More Funny-Awful.
Yesterday morning I took Louise to the zoo while the other ladies napped. It was early in the morning and there weren't many people there. After traipsing around for a while, working up a sweat, we decided to retreat to the nearly pitch-black, highly air-conditioned reptile exhibit for a break. As we were meandering along looking at primeval, scaly creatures a nearby father began chatting with me. He had two girls about the ages of mine, and he started with the usual stuff: names, ages, pre-schools, etc. The kids were standing nearby. Then, out of the blue: